5.11.2009

bubbles

a few years ago i picked up a fun little book called God's Blogs - basically it's a collection of blog posts that God might say if he blogged. i read it in about 2 days, laughed my head off at times and was deeply challenged at other times. but lately one part of the book in particular came to mind. here's an exerpt:

bubbles are thin layers of film made of liquid and soap that hold pockets of air. all the air inside the bubble is separated from all the rest of the air outside the film. most of you know all that. as i mentioned in a previous post, it's pretty natural to want to burst a bubble when you see it.

there is one that i would like to burst. i have a strong desire for My children, the ones who love Me and claim Me as their father, to be who i made them to be and to relate well in a culture that doesn't yet know Me.

some, however, have chosen to build a wall or a bubble around themselves to keep them away from the culture. they focus inward and tragically don't want outsiders in there with them. it seems kinda silly to Me when i see anger and rejection flare up inside your bubble because some of your artists decide to perform or write for the folks outside of your bubble.

here is a thought...
artists who are christians have a better shot
at changing the world than "christian artists."

you now have your own christian stores and books and singers and mints. you have created your own clothing and music and lingo, and you have isolated the rest of the world.

you have built a bubble around yourselves and used insider thoughts to try to influence outsiders...and they aren't getting it. as a matter of fact, they see your bubble and your actions inside that bubble and they hear your words and they are choosing to not get in there with you. and that is a wise choice. i didn't send My Son to die so you could form a club and dance at your own recital. i did it so all people could see Me and experience Me and understand forgiveness and grace and mercy and love, and so everyone would dance at My recital...and so i could dance at everyone elses's.

the world has become dark, and bubbles can't be seen in the dark. sometimes i want to take a God-sized pin and burst your bubbles

and hand you all a light instead.

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