No Sinners Allowed
It wouldn’t proclaim,
No Brokenness Can Enter Here
The Lord certainly isn’t the little boy on the school bus in Forest Gump saying, “you can’t sit here!”
No, I like to think that Jesus is more like Jenny, patting the empty seat beside her, a smile even though we’re a little weird, a little different, a little defective.
No, I think if God had a clubhouse, the uneven, wooden slab above the door would read in faded, red paint,
No Perfect People Allowed
It’s only once we’ve accepted His invitation inside that we are made perfect through Him. And even that is a journey.
We’re all broken, you see, in one way or another. Many of us experienced a horrible childhood, some worse than others. Some can move on from the ashes, and others not so much. I do know this; we all need a hand out of our mess. We’re all defective, like my young patient felt, and it’s in that mangled mess that God can save us. It’s in our weakness that His strength emerges, and it’s in our hopeless, helpless, unrecoverable life that He can make all things new.
You know what you can’t see when you’re at the bottom? The top. You know what you can’t see in the midst of misery? The way out. It’s ok. It’s ok because He is the light at the end of the tunnel. He is the hand that pulls us out of our mess.
God doesn’t expect our perfection to come to Him. He just wants our love. He takes care of all the rest. So, while the bad news is that yes, we’re all defective, the good news is that He in turn is our perfector.
