Mary Magdalene, Untethered
More Inspirational Hubs from Hawaiian Odysseus
- Two Boys on a Curb
At first glance, it's just two boys on a sidewalk curb. As we observe a little more closely, however, it soon becomes apparent that this scenario is something more.
- A Hawaiian Parole of the Will
A routine afternoon run in the penitentiary compound evolves into an exercise in existentialism for a young inmate. Inevitably, he finds a way to leave the concrete and steel.
- The Best Weed I Can Be
Sometimes, the best sermons we encounter in life occur outside of a church.
I am a (wo)man of ill repute.
There is no way I can ever undo my shameful past. It is a constant. It is a given. It is indelibly written in the annals of notoriety.
No amount of good that I could ever do will ever change the fact that when it came to doing bad, i was the worst of the worst.
Even so, I enjoy a vantage point few possess.
When you've been at the deepest depth a human being could ever sink to, the only way out is up.
For several years now, I have been looking up.
And this is what I've found...
Jesus loves even me.
You could go to just about any Christian church in this country and revel in the powerful, dynamic, and invigorating testimonies from people who have been down and out--drug addicts, alcoholics, wife abusers, gamblers, gangsters, corrupt politicians, debtors, philanderers, carousers, ad infinitum. And all the congregations cry out--AMEN!
I wish I could give that kind of testimony. But my kind of past encumbers me.
I wish it didn't have to be that way because I have so much to share with you. But, sadly, I lack the courage to speak it. Even sadder yet--you lack the courage to hear it.
Nevertheless, the powerful hands that once pulled me out of the gutter and gently wiped the dung off my face cradle me now in this moment of reflection.
We stone each other in different ways these days. We fill our quivers with innuendo, our cannons with criticism, and our mouths with the cruelest barbs. We put our neighbor down that we might feel better about ourselves.
I don't know about you, but I can't afford to be discouraged. It was discouragement that took me to the depths in the first place.
Brothers and sisters, here is my choice: I choose to look up!
For in that heavenly moment ago, on a hill in a far country, precious blood eternally stained a tree of death that we might have a tree of life.
And on that level ground beneath that tree of life, I will be your equal.
Jesus loves even me.
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