TITLE: Ranting, Don't You Feel Better Now
By lauren finchum
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Why do we make things so complicated? Why do I ask this?
Itís just; we try to be so holy that we take the fun out of life. Weíre so busy trying to scrutinize everything for sin that we just canít enjoy the good things in life.
I mean, whatís all this about making Christmas a solemn holiday? Have you ever seen a solemn birthday party? I donít think so.
Funeral yes, birthday party, no. And after all Jesus is risen, not dead.
Why do all the Christians walk about like weíve just been embalmed? We have joy; weíve been delivered from sin, the pain of it, the sentence of it.
And all we can do is argue. Argue about what Bible translation is the ďrightĒ one. Arguing what color of hair should be allowed in the church pews. Fighting over if the Christian flag should come before or after the countryís flag. Itís so crazy.
What happened to joy. What happen to Peace that passes understanding? Come on, Christians! Smile; stop arguing. Stop pointing the finger, blaming.
You donítí have to be thrilled with a person's personality, but come on. Accept them. We donít have to act the same, do things the same, see eye to eye.
Read the Bible, but not with your own mind, with Godís. ďThe spirit of the law is freedom, the word of the law brings death.Ē Jesus said that. Well, ok, Iím paraphrasing a bit, but still, you get the idea.
Become humbleó-and please stop having pride that you are humbleóitís not the same thing. Learn to laugh, take a joke.
ĎTis the season to be jolly. That should be every season.
Stop thinking you have to always have some holy catch phase popping from your lips. Not everything one says has to be some insightful theory of theolgicalmal deepness.
Higgle flipper smaklebee tuloola.
Was that smart? No. Did it make you laugh? If you loosen up, yes.
If youíre a tight-wad of pitched up facial muscle, then still no.
Donít worry, be happy. God knows what Heís doing, He knows we canít comprehend it. He never asked us to be Him. He asked us to love Himóand others . . .no matter how dumb they are.
Did some one say, thereís no God? Then theyíre stupid, but Jesus still loves them, and so should we.
Iím tired of it. We are so afraid of weakness we put on airs. There has to be somewhere in between sin obsessed and perfection opposed . . .oh, yeah , I think itís called sane.
Now letís hear it. Yeeeeeaaaaah! Jesus I love you, you rock! You ARE the Rock! You save, you heal, you love unconditionally.
When Iím dumb, when theyíre dumb. You free, you give. You keep every promise. Hallelujah, letís dance! Come on, get loose, jump, wiggle, giggle.
Jesus loves a smile and dance. Let get down like David. Yeah, now you got it. To the left, to the right. Clap. Sing, smile, laugh. Laugh loud. No, really CACKLE. The chains are gone. I see them no moí no moí!
Whose in the house? JCís in the house! Whoop whoop! (I stole that form Kirk Franklin.)
Now screeeaaaam. Freeeeeeeee. Jesuuuuuuuus! Heaven is a happy place. Letís bring Heaven to earth. Itís not as far as we think.
Merry Christmas! Joyeux Noel! Feliz Navidad! Merii Kurisumasu! Nollaig Shona Daoibh! Happy Hanukkah!
Rock around the Christmas tree. Give your dad a big kiss, hug you brother, squeeze the cat, kiss the dogís head.
Shout to the Lord with a happy heart. Thank you, Jesus!
Now, donít you feel better?
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