April '10

Yeah, You from Raul Moreno on Vimeo.

I love you.
Yeah, you.
You know Who I Am.
I Am.
You know you’ve done some things that you aren’t proud of; you’ve done some things you are quite ashamed of. These are things you’ll take to the grave, you’ll never share with anyone but Me…
… because really, an imperfect human could never have the capacity to not pass judgement, to not flinch, to not cringe, to not (even if it is very deep down) be a little disgusted by you and what you’ve got hidden in these bags that you carry around. Right? It’s not possible.
But it is…
It is.
My perfect love does not change when it passes through an individual, imperfections considered.
I love you, and I am not disgusted by you. I love you.
You’ve had this notion that you had to clean yourself up before you came into my presence. You had to straighten up before you could be honest about your life’s condition with a friend or a loved one.
Maybe even with yourself... but that’s all backwards. That’s not the way it works.
Clean YOURSELF up all you can, and it’s all filthy rags at my feet. Leave the cleaning job to me. I will stain you crimson with love and you will come out of the wash a bright white so pure like you or Billy Mays never could imagine… and I guess that’s the issue. You can’t comprehend this love, this grace, and so you refuse refuse refuse to accept it. Sure, it’s easy to “accept” it… but really, you’ve been marred in such a way that it is, in your mind and your experience, impossible for someone or the The One to love you in such a way. I’ve forgiven you, they’ve forgiven you… seven times over, but like I said, that’s not the end of things. It’s more like seventy times seven before you’re overdrawn… but that was just a meager figure of speech to wrap your little mind around since the vastness of my love and forgiveness is without measure. So forgive YOURSELF.
My love…
It is patient, kind, without jealousy. It doesn’t brag; it’s not cocky. It doesn’t keep tally on wrongdoing. It’s not into the bad things, but shouts hallelujah at TRUTH. It bears all, believes all, hopes all… and endured EVERY thing.
IT DOES NOT FAIL.
This sin. This sin that you place before yourself when you are before me. - you toss this bag down like it’s a border, like I can’t pass. My love and my grace whether directly from me or through a loved one, cannot pass across this bag named dishonesty and shame. At least that’s what you think. If you’d stop, focus on my grace, focus on Me… for just a second, you’ll notice that the bags have gotten very light. They’re empty. There’s nothing there, nothing to stand before me while I am before you. It’s all a bunch of nothingness. Futile effort. What’s the point?
No, you’re not deserving, but that’s just it. That’s what makes my love different. You might ask why and how, but those are rhetorical questions… only there’s no assumed answer. If for nothing else, I simply love you because you need it. That’s it. Its mind boggling simplicity does just that – it leaves your understanding in shambles and distress. There is all this anxiety. As long as you are human, you will not understand.
My love… It brings this serene chaos.
It gently obliterates.
It lovingly asphyxiates… THIS SIN.
So stop. Know.
I Am.
You are beautiful.
You are precious.
I will fight for you.
I love you, yeah you.