Jesus Jewelry. Jesus rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, key chains, toe rings, belly button rings and on and on. I’ve never been a fan of the American Jesus Marketing Machine. It just seems cheap to me. I mean, here’s the rescuer of the world, the changer of my life, my purpose and my comfort on a 99 cent Frisbee. I go into houses and churches and take a look at an image of “Jesus.” Great complexion and light, wavy brown hair and stunningly handsome with radiant blue eyes is the normal American wall hanger.
The bible says there was nothing about him that would make him stand out. Because of region and heritage he most likely had a dark, olive-toned face with brown or deep brown eyes as a Semitic Jew.
And after 3 years wandering and a life as a carpenter before that, you can be pretty sure he didn’t look like he was getting Botox injections. And he was most-likely 5’1″-5’4″ tall. We’ve created the guy on the wall in our image. I’ve offended a few people because I call that painting “Kevin” and when I walk past one I’ve been known to say, “Hey, Kevin.” We can only guess what he looked like.
But I digress. Focus has not been my strength. With End Stage Liver Disease we lose some of our mental abilities. There are toxins in your poop so with liver people they give us medicine wanting us to poop 3-5 times a day. Ugh. Okay, back on track now!
So t-shirts, jewelry, plastic trash … it’s always turned my stomach. And then my mom gave me the key chain pictured at the top of this blog. It’s the footprints one that you’ve probably seen. (Haven’t seen it?) I had seen it so many times that it never made me consider it. And now this? I chuckled inside when I first saw it, thinking, “Oh great, another trinket that summarizes Jesus in 40 words. Yeah, that’s going in the drawer.”
But, for some reason, I read the inscription on the back and mouthed the words. “The times you see one set of footprints, it’s then that I carried you.” I read it again through water collecting in my eyes. I’ve now been carried. I’m being carried.
My faith has grown in so many ways even with the suffering. Even that night at 3:00 when I laid curled up on the cold bathroom floor pleading with God to end my life, he was with me carrying me to the next day’s challenges.
I’ve always thought Jesus was cool and everything but I’ve never been carried. Until now. I thanked my mom and put it on my key ring immediately.
I pray you never have to be carried but if you’re going nowhere, hopeless and frustrated, I can help you discover the Jesus I know. I’d love to hear your story and all the reasons you’ve never considered Jesus. Lay it out … the good, bad the ugly. I’ll email back just as soon as I am able. Just be patient because writing is tough when some dude is carrying you on his shoulder.
1 Thess 5:11 So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.
1) It has been a very difficult week because of all the painful fluid.
2) New medicine routine, again. So confusing.
3) All preliminary guesses are that Josh is a good match to give me a piece of his liver and the chance to live. His heart scan wasn’t completed before his surgeon team met so they couldn’t get final okay. It should come soon.
4) I’m bored and fighting depression.