I was actually up and ready on time this morning (miracles do happen, y’all!), so I had a few minutes to drink coffee and read April Fiet’s post Making a Holy Mess. It’s a great post (go read it after you’re done here). This in particular stuck out for me:
To those in the temple, Jesus seemed to be causing a scene and making a mess. But, as many of us can probably agree, sometimes the first step in cleaning is to make a bigger mess.
My table’s stacked so high with crap it blocks my view of God. What’s even worse, I’ve been blocking other people’s view too.
A while back I was all, “I think I want to do this Jesus thing the right way.” And do you know how Jesus responded?
He flipped my damn table over.
Because if I want to follow Jesus, I need get rid of everything that’s standing in the way.
Knocking over my hoard and sorting through it… well, that’s messy. Messy, but necessary.
It’d be easier to hide behind neat stacks. It’d be easy to maintain the status quo, never question my actions, never let go of my grudges, justify everything I’ve done.
But, I don’t want to feel justified. I want to be justified.
I can’t get there without decluttering. I can’t do that without spreading it all out in the open and sorting through one piece at a time.
That’s not what I intended this blog to be, but that’s what it turned into. It’s my table, flipped over. It’s my mess, scattered out in the open.
It might look like I’m just making a mess to make a mess, but that’s not what’s going on. This clean-up effort is just as heartbreaking as it is liberating.
I know some people will be appalled by the public mess.
I know some people will be inconvenienced.
I know some people will be afraid of it—because some of it’s their mess too.
But, I firmly believe God is on the other side of it.