Good morning, peeps!
Only God can bring honey out of a carcass. – from “Sweetness” by IJAC
I thought this thing was over. It ain’t. I just realized that as God brought back to me the closing line from the “Sweetness” blog. God said y’all need to hear about that carcass. This already sounds extra grimy, doesn’t it? We love to share the sunny parts of our testimony, but y’all need to know the grimy stuff, too. It kills me when people say “I don’t look like what I’ve been through” and then walk away, leaving you standing there like, “Wait! What have you been through??” I’ll tell ya. Hey, it don’t bother me none. My grammar is really horrible today. If it will help somebody…who am I kidding? I ain’t really thinking about y’all. I’m trying to stay free. I need to do this for me. And if that sounds selfish, well…I don’t know what to tell you at 4:31 in the morning. You might not want me to “tell you” anything: this breath is on fifty. By the way, I AM thinking about y’all.
I brought up of a few things in this series that I didn’t really elaborate on and God is saying that I can’t leave y’all hanging.
There’s this from “Uprooted”:
In order for this pressing to be effective, God had to first get to the root of my sitch, which happens to be my core – what I have wrapped the roots of my life around. That’s what is slowing killing me. I was like, “Hold up. When I started going to church, I was deeply and madly in love with You. I completely trusted You. The rock I wrapped my roots around was You.”
“At first. Something else has taken My place.”
This, from “Polluted Water”:
“And the streams thereof shall be turned into pitch, and the dust thereof into brimstone, and the land thereof shall become burning pitch. It shall not be quenched night nor day; the smoke thereof shall go up for ever: from generation to generation it shall lie waste; none shall pass through it for ever and ever. But the cormorant and the bittern shall possess it; the owl also and the raven shall dwell in it: and he shall stretch out upon it the line of confusion, and the stones of emptiness.” – Isaiah 34:9-11 KJV
I joined church when I was four and have been jacked up ever since: my water got polluted.
This, from “Sweetness”:
When Samson ran up on the lion’s carcass, he met his past head-on. I’m sure there was an alternate route he could’ve taken, but there he was. Can you imagine what went through Samson’s mind as he approached it? I’m sure being a guy he was probably filled with some macho pride, but have you ever thought of the possibility that seeing the carcass also brought back memories of how horrific it was to be attacked? That he relived what had happened to him? Who wants to tell someone that?
“…and, behold, there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcass of the lion.”
There’s a song that says “You don’t know my story, so you don’t understand my praise”.
This, from “Bitter”:
And I still preached. With a bitter taste in my mouth.
Let me clarify something before I get a ton of messages: I believed what I was preaching because it was scripture. What can I do with that? Nothing. It’s God’s Word. What I didn’t believe was that God meant it for me. I had no reason to. I didn’t trust Him. That didn’t matter, though. His Word is still true. (Add Romans 3:1-4 MSG)
And, this from “Crushing It”:
Yes, it would be great if God could just give us the honey and the sweetness without the pain and death, but that’s not how this works. Romans 8:28 says, “ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD.” Apple juice sure is good and if it takes the crushing of skin, flesh and core to make the good stuff, then gettuh crushin’.
I really hate that I just said that. Man. Why did I just say that??
Life it can leave ~ you so bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter ~ but you must believe ~ that it gets better, better, better, better
Wouldn’t it be super funners if we could just get to the good stuff like this:
This is not over. I won’t call it “Press – The Musical”, but I will call it…I don’t know. It’s 4-something in the morning. Have a great day.