I’ve always known that God is the God of the outcasts. I’ve just never thought of myself as one until now.
Lately I've been greatly burdened for truth and the discovery of genuine spiritual freedom. A burden for who Jesus says He is instead of who religion says He is. I've banged my spiritual fist on the table, I've tipped over a boat or two. And, according to the Lord's perfect will, I pray He continues to use me as a fist-banger for the rest of my life. I'm fed up.
I don’t want your religion anymore, and neither do the lost.
We want Jesus.
I’ve been willing to give it all and then scavenge for more.
And others around me are willing, too. But it’s not popular to truly trust God
for who He says He is. Or to trust who He has been in the past and who He says
He will be in the future. Religion-based Christians act like He isn’t enough. I
say you can take your religion and bury it in the sand, because it has done no
good in recent days. [Bangs fists on a table.]
Oh, this fire in my veins!
All the training, all the setbacks, all the sorrow will not be in vain. I am in a full sprint and chasing after what God wants to do in the hearts of the lost through my generation. Enough already about a “marathon.” We need to cover serious ground NOW. Pick. Up. The. Pace. We give ourselves limitations, but God has given us freedom. We are free to race to Him and we are free to say “NO!” to anything or anyone who conflict with His word. And I’m yelling it: “NO!” [Bangs fists on a table.]
This fire won’t be extinguished.
THIS is the generation. WE and OUR CHILDREN will be the difference. We are free to serve and free to use our gifts according to God’s word. We are free to refuse any standard or tradition that stands in the way. We are free to take charge of the Love-Like-Jesus movement. We are free to demand a change, and hold to nothing other than the righteous hand of Jesus. We are free to pick a fight with evil because we are armed with the blood of Jesus and not afraid to use real love. I dare anyone to try and stop us. [Bangs fists on a table.]
Whether you don’t know Jesus yet or are a believer who feels trapped by “spiritual” conditions that some other Christian has slapped on you, I would love to tell you more about the freedom I’ve found in Jesus. He broke the heavy, burdensome chains that bound me, and He can break yours too.
To the Pharisees: You are no longer hidden from my sight. I see your sheep's clothing and your wicked hearts. Jesus wanted no part with you, and neither do I. I'd rather sit at a table with drunkards, adulterers, thieves, and gluttons than sit at your table and choke on the tradition you've been claiming as spiritual food. You deceive, connive, and manipulate to get your way. You scheme to stay in control, to stay comfortable. And you trick weaker minds to follow your pathway to death. Well, because of the Lord's grace, I have risen above you. You are the ones who have attempted to limit my faith and spiritual gifts, and by doing so, you have only made me stronger. I am no longer your friend, and I will implore the people around me to break free from your spell so they too can experience who Jesus really is. If you're angry because of these words, then repent. Forgiveness is yours for the taking, and I know because I used to be one of you.
To the outcasts: Stand with me. We are strong, and we are free. The binds are breaking, and Christ is propelling us toward him. We aren't afraid of moving forward because we have nothing to lose. We're rebels with a cause who demand truth and sacrifice. And we are not alone. We will win this fight.
Signed,
An Outcast