This weekend I was crazy blessed to attend the memorial services for my cousin, Susie Been.
When Jesus roamed this earth, he didn't have a giant "J" bedazzled on his robe or demand lots of rubles for his time . His followers didn't sport "team Jesus" on their sandals. After He died for us, they didn't tattoo a cross on their arm or brand one onto their donkeys' ass. They lived and breathed the message, they were his hands and feet. They did for others quietly and almost anonymously.
Back to Susie's services. The pastor, Brother Been was 97 and has been leading that particular Pentecostal church for 67 years! Each sentence ended with an amen or a hallelujah; it was a true celebration of life, not preaching her into heaven because she'd done the work herself. Near the end of his message, in a soft voice he said, "We serve a handicapped God." I was stunned. I looked around and there were no strange expressions I thought perhaps no one heard him. He again repeated, "WE SERVE A HANDICAPPED GOD, AMEN?!?!?!" The congregation shouts AMEN and he continues "He relies on us to be his hands and feet, we are humans and the biggest handicap of all!!! Amen....Hallelujah!" Talk about humbling. We who he loves so much handicap him because we fail him every day because we don't do the work of his hands and feet. People look at us and see our bling but does our bling prevent others from seeing his reflection in our hearts.
One more story, once upon a time I wanted a Jesus fish (Ichthus) on my car-everyone was doing it. You'd see entire fish families. When I expressed my desire to Handsome his response was simple, "Honey you realize that's a big responsibility." ????WHAT do you mean????? "If you have that fish on the car, it's a symbol that you're a Christian-are you willing to drive like a Christian all the time? No speeding, no cutting people off, no gestures?" I realized I wasn't worthy of a Jesus fish on my car because I'm human and there is no way I'm capable of representing his love 24/7-I fail him. I am his handicap.
Wear your cross, put that fish on your car but remember the most important Jesus you have is the one who lives in your heart-the one that others can only see when you show the same unconditional love he shows you, behaving as the good Samaritan and striving to do the work of his hands and feet until he returns.