Saturday, May 12, 2007

 

While We Were Still That Crusty Sweater Your Great-Aunt Gave You Three Years Ago That You Threw Somewhere Under Your Bed And Never Wore...

And Got Covered In Dust Bunnies And Something Gooey Until You Brought It To The Rummage Sale, Christ Bought Us


Oh, come on. You know you've got something like that somewhere in your house. Maybe it's not a sweater from your great-aunt, but maybe it's a knick-knack or present from some relative that you knew as soon as you saw it that you'd never use it and you've been looking for a way to get rid of it ever since. Truth be told, I've got several of those lying around somewhere - we all do.

And that's what makes the Rummage Sale so fascinating. I spent most of my day Friday and again Saturday morning at the Rummage Sale. Now, I've seen some church Rummage Sales before, but never one that took over the entire building and took a week to set up. But, as vast as this one at LUMC was, it didn't fail the test; a lot of the things I saw fit perfectly into the description above. I can't tell you how many t-shirts and sweaters and games and puzzles I saw that I thought, "Wow, were they colorblind? Did they not know as they knitted that sweater that their grandchild would get beat up for wearing it? Didn't they know that game hasn't been cool since 1987?"

I leafed through shirts and old shoes, books and shellacked records (do you know what a record is? Or how a shellacked record is different than a vinyl?), and saw so much, well, junk. And don't you know, there were people lined up at 7:30 am just to buy cart-loads of that junk. Smelly ol' shoes? Broken suitcases? Just junk. People lined up to buy boxes and boxes of junk.

...but that's kind of like what Jesus Christ did for us. Paul writes in his letter to Christians in Rome: "But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." I think the key part of this phrase are the words "still sinners". Why these? Well, because "sinners" talks about the very nature of who we were- the driving force behind what we used to be. Without Christ's death and resurrection, we would've remained these hopeless creatures who constantly sinned. We'd be like that crusty sweater from your great-aunt: intended for good, but all dirty and nasty from what we've done and where we've been. But even when we were junk, Christ paid for us. The fact that we were broken and messed up didn't put God off- we didn't have to do anything to earn His affection. He didn't care if we screwed up, He wanted to have a relationship with us. He didn't care if we were a crusty ol' sweater, He wanted to buy us anyway. That's pretty amazing. That's powerful! That's love. Unconditional, undeserved, but phenomenal love.

There's this great song that I first heard when I was a junior in high school. It's called "Dandelions", and it's by a now-defunct Christian band called Five Iron Frenzy. I think it says a lot about how God views us. It doesn't say we're perfect, 'cause we're not. We are sinners in need of saving. But, it shows how God sees us compared to how others might judge us, or how we sometimes see ourselves.

In a field of yellow flowers underneath the sun,
Bluest eyes that spark with lightning: a boy with shoes undone.
He is young- so full of hope, reveling in tiny dreams
Filling up his arms with flowers, right for giving any queen.

Running to her, beaming bright, while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light, within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart, keeping them where they'll be safe
Clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
All hope is found. Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless- Your endless mercy; a weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle, what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr or a saint - scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted was to give my best to You.

Lord, search my heart, create in me something clean.
Dandelions - You see flowers in these weeds...

Gently lifting hands to heaven, softened by the sweetest hush-
A Father sings over His children, loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant, deeper than the darkest blue,
More than sacrifice could merit, Lord- I give my heart to you!

Lord, search my heart, create in me something clean.
Dandelions - You see flowers in these weeds...

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Comments:
I Love that Dandelions song so much. I must admit I had this guilty feeling for cutting them all down last time I mowed the lawn. ;0)

Anyway I highly recomend the Five Iron Frenzy CD. Not just for Dandelions but for the imfamous "These are not my pants" rock opera.

bow to the rhythm of the pants

Heather
 
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