Testimony

Jesus bore witness of what He had seen. He didn't try and make it above our heads or to parable-y, but something we could relate to. His message was in the terms and ideas He had seen. He became flesh for a reason. That reason was not because it's so much fun. Because it's not. You know that. I know that.

Jesus became human for the experience. He came so He could take everything that it meant for God to be real and tell us about it. Show it to us. We're pretty blind, stupid, and ignorant. We need pictures, diagrams, gestures, verbal readings, and incentives to understand anything. I'm a teacher. I know. I watch kids ask me what to do when the directions are written on the piece of paper.

I bet that's how God feels. We ask Him what to do, but we're not even trying to figure it out for ourselves, and what's more, we weren't even listening when He gave us the directions in the first place. He reads it all to us and explains it, just like any good teacher. We are the trying kids in the class who, without raising our hands, shout out in a slightly agitated voice, "What are we supposed to do?"

I wonder if God responds like I do. With a look and a "Really?"

Of course He doesn't. I know that because I never respond that way, as much as I want to. When you really want to help someone learn, you teach them. So God came into the world to show us the light. Whether we receive His testimony or turn aside, He wants to tell us it. He wants us to pay attention. He's trying to help us learn. We can either choose to succeed or choose to fail.

Life is a lot like the classroom. And I just made a text-to-self connection. Where's my double-entry journal?