this is today...

Adam, Where are you?
As I reread the pages of my past I wonder how we ever got to be where we are today… on or own.
God said to Adam, Where are you?
I try to answer the question for ourselves…”where are we?”
We are smack dab in the middle of today.
Not yesterday and not tomorrow.
Today.
Today we are healthy…more healthy then we have any right to be.
Today we choose to do the right thing.
Today we strive to be better then before.
Today we have a deep understanding of who we are and who we were called to be.
Today we are not angry that life has crapped on us. Today we use that said crap and turned it into real beauty and share it with the world around us.
Today we make no excuses.
Today we do not whine about fairness, and justification.
Today we march forward and ignore the pleas of the lazy, those that refuse to wear or seek the truth inside pain.
Today we dance.
Today we see the world in a way that we pray you never have to see from our perspective.
Today we love abundantly and exclusively those that have been betrayed by their circumstances.
Today we love.
Today we choose to laugh at the terror that tries to replace refuge.
Today we silently smile at those that wonder why we continue to go our own way.
Today we are disciples.
Today we have utter knowledge of truths we would never have chosen for ourselves…but desire to live it anyway…in spite of them.
Today we do not naively see the world through religiosity or uninformed listening to random truths.
We seek the answers for ourselves from authentic study and seeking of the reasons given to us from He who knows all the circumstances.
It has been quite a journey. We began our authentic study four years ago…it began in a quiet park doing specific studies, and trying to fit the truths into our personal existence. T hat has grown into a personal study of all truths from beginning to end.
From “Adam where are you?” to a deeper search for truths as they chose to slay us in the middle of our search.
I have read where we have come from…
Utter despair…true anguish…to silently picking up our cross and bearing the burden of unknowing judgments. We have come to a time of…such a time as this.
People that I know and trust have come to me and said, “I hope my child is like yours one day.” I keep hearing that, and I know that it is not lip service. I know because I want to be like them myself. I know they have been through fire and been through rain. And what they see is the end result of ugliness that has no boundaries. They became disciples of a God that is the only thing that can make sense to them in a world that continues to confuse them. Keeping it real in a façade of religiosity. We are shunned by the righteous, ignored by the good, and judged by the sanctimonious.
Meanwhile, The real deal hurting clamor to find the truth we easily share. The broken and bruised seek to touch the realness of who we are. They, the broken, instinctively know what they cannot know…but they do anyway. The hurting seek the absolute truth we can give…love. To authentically give yourself until you have nothing of yourself to give…begins the beautiful tapestry of giving them Jesus. The real deal Jesus…not the super shiny I love you , you love me kind of religious smiling to your face and ripping out your soul kind of beginner Christian.
I am no longer angry. I know that they just do not know.
I am so glad the religious Christians shunned us…we would never be where we could do the most good. We seek the truly troubled, and offer hope. We live inside authentic belief, despite unspeakable horrors…we could never have be both, church Christians and authentic disciples.