I’m not sure how to say this, so lets just get started.

Where you standing?

The ground is level at the foot of the cross.

“There is always room at the cross.” We talk like that with all our Christian verbiage, trying to get a nice comforting message across to those that are wandering.

Where you standing?

“Those poor lost souls. How sad. Let me do what I can to get them here, where I’m at.”

Where you standing?

On a hill of judgment knee deep in righteous deeds ready to welcome the lost. But, can they reach you?

Where you standing?

Your righteous deeds that make you feel full, even as you look at your brother in Christ and think, “hmm, I’m glad I’m not you.”

Where you standing?

“I’m glad I’m not struggling. I’m glad it’s not hard to be where I’m at. It’s cause I work hard, don’t do this and don’t do that. Was that you in a bar?! You’re wearing that?!”

Your righteous deeds are nothing. We all are unclean. Stop thinking you’re doing it better cause that’s just mean.

The ground is level, you say. Level for who? Those just like you?

“Bring the lost to the cross I’ll teach them, you’ll see, not to be like Jesus but to be like me.”

“But as for my brothers and sisters, I’m not sure. They’re not getting this right. They need a cure.”

Where you standing?

I’ll tear you down for what you do. “That’s not how to reach people. That just won’t work. Let’s keep having our conferences and singing our songs, making sure our kids are happy and nothing goes wrong.”

“Don’t set foot in that pub or in that old park, that place is too dark. Surrounded by alcohol, drugs, music, culture and art.”

Where you standing?

“That stuff is for the world and don’t you see? Christians are people like me.”

No. I see Jesus. The one who came into the world for the fame of the Father not me. Who wasn’t afraid to reach out His hand and touch a leper to heal a man.

Where you standing?

No. I see people, not drunks, thugs, druggies, whores or single mommas.

Where you standing?

He ate with sinners, the lame, the unclean; had friends that were too busy and some that were thieves. Talked with adulteress women that should’ve been stoned, because He saw a woman when He let down His hand and drew in the sand.

Where you standing?

Stop seeing the sinners and the places they dwell as someplace untouchable we dare not to tread. Stop seeing your brothers with a swelled sense of pride, don’t forget it was also for them He hung there and He died.

Where you standing? Is it a hill higher than others?

So get out of your “pulpits” and into your streets. Stop looking at your brother and hold His hand cause we are all fighting for the same Man.

Where you standing?

So what should I do? I don’t know. It’s up to you. I wont be watching, whatever you choose, cause I am looking at Jesus, not you.

~megan~