Jesus. What do you think of, when you hear his name? Do you picture a guy in a robe, with flowing brown hair, perfect skin, flawless facial features, and his arms outstreched towards you? If you do.. That’s cool.
A different image pops into my head. When I think of Jesus, I get the image of a guy in his mid 30s. He has long brown dreads bunched into a ponytail. He has a long straggly beard. His arms are covered in tattoos, and he has a septum piercing. He’s wearing a tank top with a non-christian band’s logo on it, and some cut off camo shorts. He also wears flip-flops. He has dirt under his fingernails, and blisters on his feet. Yup. That’s my Jesus. I’ve had this image in my head for a while.
I refuse to think of Jesus as someone, that is too big to care about little, insignificant me. We all to often put him so high up on a pedestal, that we forget who he was.
So for that reason I would like to refresh your memory a bit, with a story found in Matthew 9:10-13. It says: “Later when Jesus was eating supper at Matthew’s house with his close followers, a lot of disreputable characters came and joined them. When the Pharisees saw him keeping this kind of company, they had a fit, and lit into Jesus’ followers. “What kind of example is this from your Teacher, acting cozy with crooks and riff-raff?” Jesus, overhearing, shot back, “Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? Go figure out what this Scripture means: ‘I’m after mercy, not religion.’ I’m here to invite outsiders, not coddle insiders.”
Okay, so here’s the deal. Jesus decided to have dinner with his deciples, and invited some drunks, prostitutes, and tax collecters (who were pretty much like bank robbers, except they always got away with it) to eat with them. So the religeous people called out Jesus, but not to his face, they went to his deciples. So Jesus comes out and is like ” hold on guys, I came to heal sick, not the healthy.” Jesus was very sarcastic too, and I love that, cause I can use that as an excuse when I am.
My whole point, is that God loves people where they are. If you have life figured out, then good for you. I don’t. I struggle, I fall, I sin. But at the same time, I’m the kind of person Jesus would want to hang around. You’re the kind of person Jesus would want to hang around. Let’s go out and love the unloved, like Jesus would.