Has it been a year????
What have I learned?
Too much. Not enough.
As I close in on 2 million page views since I launched last year, I know these things:
- You can’t make everyone happy.
- People are crazier than you can fathom.
- Commentators who go over 250 words need their own blog.
- I have said too much.
So the rules: There are really no rules? My comment section is set up so I approve comments because I don’t allow foul language. Otherwise, fire away. However, this is just to make us think. I am ready to admit when I am wrong or when I have unearthed something in myself. That being said, no offense comes from the Lord… stop being offended…I can help, let’s laugh instead! What I say doesn’t have to impact you to the point of making you wish I was “dead and that your children could watch while I burn you alive.”
Clearly, those types of feelings might necessitate you get some lithium and counseling, OH! And don’t read my blog. Find someone who you can get along with. But keep in mind, if you only hang around people that agree wholeheartedly with you, what will you think about? What will challenge you? What will help you evolve?
A couple years ago one of my dad’s best friend asked me a question. At the time I was shocked, maybe a little offended. But why was I offended? Maybe because I didn’t want to ponder the obvious? Maybe because deep down I knew he was right? And the question was a legitimate question, “How do you put up with the ‘nonsense’ of organized religion?”
I wish I had said something poetic.
I wish I had an opportunity to do the instant over again.
As I finished my manuscript Sunday evening, September 25th, 2016 and hit SEND, ushering my whole heart to Harvest House Publishing, I was so grateful that my dad’s friend had asked me that question. On October 1, 2017, one year from today, my first book, “STOLEN JESUS,” will be in stores.
How do I put up with the nonsense of organized religion? It isn’t so much the systematized beliefs as the chaos of the human race. At the core of every mishap, trial, tribulation, abomination, election, joyful reunion, or trip to Walmart is the folly of people.
People are the only thing standing in the way of harmony.
And I have stories about people who have let me down, kicked me in the teeth, or tried to make me feel less. But I have even more stories about good and decent people, like my dad’s friend, who made me think – made me want to be better, look harder, and climb higher.
I recently received an email in response to my viral post “My Kid is a Jerk, but I am a Good Mom…” The reader informed me that she was unfollowing me because of this statement:
One of them was a bridesmaid or a best man? I don’t know – at a same-sex wedding the other day. Another one wears Bernie Sanders t-shirts and thinks “Bernie still has a shot…” Still, another has what appears to be “arrogant” political views and just bought a bumper sticker that says “you can take my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.” And none of these are the exact standards my husband, and I embraced or imposed on them.
She wrote: “If you aren’t pro-gay marriage, I am not pro-Jami.”
But if you read that paragraph, I was not making an explicit political statement. We live in an ever-changing world. When my oldest was in kindergarten, I boycotted Disney. Now, the issues have changed. People I love are involved in relationships, while those preferences aren’t my preferences they are also not about ME. My kindergartener is invited to a birthday party where the home has two mommies. This isn’t my platform? I am face to face with HUMANS, and I try to deal with the HUMANS with respect (and a healthy dose of snark smack down.) I don’t believe it is my job to save the world, and as of this morning, I still don’t work at the White House, CNN, Fox News, or the 9th Baptist Believers of the Lord’s Agenda Church.
I am pro-gospel. Love one another, and the blood of Jesus was enough. If my platform was an “agenda” you could come here and listen to me rant about one thing or another. Alas, I am just a mom who wrote a post on my phone about a dance recital, some basic human rules for not spreading the stomach bug, and I am brutally honest about my identity; an identity in Jesus; not my husband, kids, career, religion, lack of religion, political affiliation, sexual preferences on Tuesdays, or food handling habits.
When you are speaking to a large audience, I think it is important to recognize there isn’t any way to please everyone. Jesus knows. He knows us as individuals. If you have more than one child or if you have siblings can you not recognize that parents treat children differently according to their needs? Our oldest son is dyslexic, sometimes I read biology to him. I don’t need to read biology to our other son, he needs something different from me. Our Father in Heaven treats us where we are, with loving kindness. His wrath was reconciled on Calvary. If there is one mom here, one grandma, one daddy that needs to laugh – be encouraged or know that the Blood of Jesus is enough to cover every transgression – that He hears them – that He knows that their kid may not fit into the “church” model, that is who I am talking to.
My kids didn’t either friend.
So this 31 Day Series is “Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying…” Day One: I wish people would stop saying blanket truths about issues concerning diverse HUMANS. Let God be God, let bloggers be bloggers. Jesus said, “Go and sin no more…” but He never said we should say it. No, He was speaking to people enslaved to LAW. From the forbidden fruit in the garden until now He knew we weren’t capable of Law abiding – so He died for us. I trust Him to be God. I trust Him to bind the broken hearted, to heal, minister, convict, and perfect. If I walk where He leads, He may encourage me to say one thing or another, or I might be self-willed, and have to apologize.
Until that time I believe: His Blood was enough.
Stop saying it wasn’t.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
I, therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2 with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love…
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