I believe this – but everything in me fights against it.
When I first became a Christian, I anticipated inner peace, the gift of niceness and (if possible) a smokin’ hot boyfriend. Didn’t happen.
Instead, Jesus lifted up the carpet, tore off the curtains and overturned me. He took my life as it was, and He ruined it.
I should have seen it coming.
In the bible, Jesus is “the Stone” (Isaiah 8:14-15). And He says this: “Everyone who falls on that Stone will be broken to pieces; anyone on whom it falls will be crushed.” (Luke 20:18). When we meet Jesus, we either fall on Him and are shattered – or we stay where we are and get crushed.
My life is built around safety and self-protection and sin and self. ‘Jesus’ I say, ‘you can tidy up the edges: but don’t move the furniture. I don’t want any mess’.
Jesus doesn’t give me this option. Instead, He shows up on my doorstep with a JCB . ‘I love you’ he says ‘and I promise to ruin your life’.
‘If you follow me, you’re gonna die. But here’s my offer: Die in me and live.”
No-one wants to be shattered. But falling on a broken Saviour, means being broken ourselves.