the question

a Dear John letter to shame…

you make me sick, literally.  you are a thief.  you taint and twist.  you poison the well from which we drink.

you keep our worth a constant topic of discussion…always up for grabs.
so there we stay, wondering and doubting.
questioning, but too busy to really listen.  because it all feels up to us and keeps us running hard.


running into the same rock wall.  the dead end.                                                                  working to contain and manage our flaws and mistakes…as if our very life depended on it.   you keep us gasping for air, believing there somehow isn’t enough oxygen.

you are the deceiver’s greatest weapon, because we never suspected that the lies could be ingested.  and take root in our own wounds.   but it’s true.  we’ve been swindled into agreeing and duped into believing we need to hide and solicit and shove for our own well being.  you’ve even tried to convince us that God doesn’t care or even worse isn’t able to restore our brokenness.

you have stolen hours, days and years away and we admit we’ve let you.  we admit that we didn’t really understand.
you have kept us from seeing that the remedy for our angst has been grace all along.

we’ve had enough.

so today – today marks the end.
we’re not buying what you’re selling shame.

today is the day we refuse to agree with the lies, and we refuse to hide anymore.
because we’re turning and looking square into the dark.
square at you.
and seeing the wound where fear, self-hate and mistrust try to latch on.
and where the insidious lies wait patiently for agreement.

we are seeing now with clear vision. the veil of confusion has been gloriously lifted.                                                                                                                                                                        jamie's photos 179we are awakened and now understand that the turning toward the dark actually let’s God in.  His brilliant and holy light pierces and exposes the lies .
and shame, dirty shame…you shrink back.
the truth makes you writhe and recoil.  like salt to a slug, you are dissolved in the light, taking self-contempt with you.                                               

suddenly there is room for love.  to be given and received.  and there is finally room to breath in the grace that Jesus so freely pours over our brokenness and ugliness.  we need not edit or contain ourselves anymore.

we can be seen and loved in our mess because Jesus makes us brave and reminds us that the Father is good.  He reminds us we were worth dying for and that nothing can separate us from His love.  and that the depth of His love brought victory over death.

this gospel Love dealt the final and crushing blow to you shame.  His love is enough to make us whole.  every single time we question the answer is the same.  the matter of our worth is fully settled…we belong to Him.     and so, we are breaking it off for good.  we are officially OVER.

Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us ? There is no way. Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sin listed in Scripture….None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us.  I’m absolutely convinced that nothing-nothing living or dead, angels or demons, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable-absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.               Romans 8:37-39 The Message


yours in the battle and for the Life, xxoo jamie




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