Call me crazy.. and I'm not sure if you could call it this.. but I think I had a vision type thing happen to me a couple days ago. I wish I would have written about it right when I saw it. I haven't told anyone about it because I always feel like that when I tell people about these things that it gets mangled when I try to put it into words. When it happened I was sitting by myself, honestly I don't really remember where. I don't know if it was a vision, day dream, or just my imagination running wild. Anyway, here goes...
I saw this body, if you could call it that. It was a body made up of bodies. It didn't seem as scary as it sounds. I guess this body was supposed to be the church.
The hands were serving. They were in communities with troubled people in soup kitchens, battered women's shelters, inner city youth villages. They were caring hands. They kept placing things in front of people. Some of the things I remember the most that the hands gave was food and money. They kept picking people up and putting them down in places that they needed to be. During this part I remember feeling a hand on my shoulder. But it was so peaceful....
The feet were going. Not going, running! They were running after people who needed help. Whenever I was seeing this it was all from an outsiders perspective. The more that I focused on the feet, I saw that they were running to the people while they were also running toward something else. They were running to God. But neither of their destinations outweighed the other. They were simultaneously running to both. It was like the harder that they ran, the quicker they reached the people and also God. I understand now that the people and God were one in the same.
The next thing that I saw was the neck and the head and the eyes at once. The neck was turning the head to make the eyes see something. It was turning it to see the hurt in the community. And the eyes started crying, because they had compassion on the community.
The eyes spurred on the mouth, which told the body to get on its knees. The body got on its knees and picked up the community in its hands. The hands held the community. Then the hands raised the community up to the mouth, and the mouth spoke words to the community that comforted it and spoke of a Father that loved it. The mouth spoke words that healed the community.
Here comes one of the weirdest parts..
So, the body was made up of all these individual bodies, right. And these individual bodies were actual people with actual lives. But they weren't all just happy-go-lucky people. Some of the people, I remember feeling, were alcoholics. And some were porn addicts, and some struggled with homosexuality, and some were adulterers. And they were all spaced out within this body. And what I think was the holy spirit, was running in between each of them and running through them and among them. And all of these people made up the body, and all of these people had one common goal- to connect with God through the community. The best part of all.. they were all telling God that they loved Him, and they meant it. And while they were saying it I kept hearing this echo saying, "What ever you did for the least of these.. you did for me."
I know that this sounds crazy.. I hesitated putting it up. I feel crazy talking about it. It was probably just a day dream, but I have been thinking about it ever since. What can we as a church do so that when we see hurt in the community it brings tears to our eyes, and we are called to heal, and renew, and then praise God for giving us the opportunity? What can we very specifically do in our churches to reach out to our circles and our community?
I believe in a God that has risen. I believe in a God who died for ME, his beloved daughter. I believe in a God that heals and reveals. And then I believe that He hands it over to me and says, "Now you go." I believe it so I commit to it. Believing that my God has resurrected is the first step to experiencing it. I believe that He rose from the dead, but not because the Bible tells me so. I believe because I interact with my God and my Jesus every day. I have conversations with Him and at times, I can really feel Him sitting beside me. At times I really can feel Him telling me how much He loves me. I believe because God won't let me not. I pray so hard that He will teach me how to love Him more. Because I don't think that I can possibly know how. Because I don't think that I can convince myself how. I don't think that I can tell myself that I love Him and it will happen.. which I think is how I have gone about it in the past. Like maybe if I say it enough that I will actually mean it. I believe that He is the owner of me because He bought me. He bought me with His blood and so He controls me. I believe that God is capable of controlling me. I believe that He beat sin and death forever.. for me.
And I love Him. And I love Him. And I love Him