I'm the One Who's Human
I plan to go to Heaven even though I say sh*t.
Let me explain.
Thirty years ago in my pre-teen youth I learned about the
rapture. It was during a weekend youth retreat at my church. My friends and I
watched a movie, a precursor to the “Left Behind” series with Kirk Cameron. I remember the movie like it was yesterday…a little
girl carrying home a stick of butter to her mom…boom, gone in the blink of an
eye. The stick of butter lay melting on the hot summer sidewalk. Cut to the
mom’s blender running unmanned in the bowl; mom was gone too. Left to suffer
the Tribulation, or the last brutal days on earth, were all the non-believers. One
was even a minster! GASP.
Yeah, I had a few nightmares. But still, the movie motivated
me. It made want to be ‘in’ with the ‘in crowd’ worse than a Paris Hilton wanna
be needs in past the velvet ropes of a booze bash. I tried the perfect behavior
route. Daily fail. Tried the fix the world route. Couldn’t curb the desire to slap
some people.
Then one day, a friend asked me, “Have you ever thought,
what if today was THE DAY Jesus came back?”
Have I?! Oh trust me, I’ve spent hours
on that worry. Especially since I fail at holy rightness at every turn! I mean, if I need to be a stain free saint to
get into Heaven? Well then, I am SOL.
But then it occurred to me…
At the velvet ropes of the Pearly Gates Club, I’m not
getting in because I’m the prettiest, the best behaved, or the most
philanthropic soul. I’m getting in to that party, the one that truly is TO DIE FOR, because I have a friend
in management.
Now, I do occasionally slip and say sh*t, sometimes even
holy sh*t, and I’m not proud of that, but I no longer lose sleep over it. The
way I figure it, He’s a real cool guy who understands me. He knows I’d never
abuse a friend, not even a celestial one. He knows I’d never bad mouth Him or his Father… I’d never pretend I didn’t know who He is just to look like the cool girl at
the party… I’d never strike Him off my earthly party guest list…and I do my
best to be kind to His other peeps.
Because in the end, I know my mom was right…best way to have
a friend is to be a friend. And Jesus is my friend, and fortunately He
understands I make mistakes and He forgives me because He knows… I’m the one
who’s human.
I love reading your stuff!
ReplyDeleteThank you anonymous! I love you for loving to read, especially when it's my stuff!
ReplyDeleteAnd a true friend is your friend because of imperfections...it makes us each unique :)
ReplyDeleteSo true Melissa. Honestly, when you do lose a friend, isn't it the little quirks that make you miss them the most?
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