I’m tired of writing posts about how we need to change, about how senseless murders need to stop, about how we need to squash injustice, about how we need to do better.
I’m tired of the endless reasons why I feel compelled to write such posts.
People, we need Jesus.
I know; I know. My saying we need Jesus will be interpreted by some as bigoted and closed-minded and self-righteous, and I’m sad some will see it that way. But I stand by my statement.
We need Jesus because we need to be more like Him, and we can’t be like Him without His help.
If Jesus were on earth right now, He probably would have been in an Orlando night club last night, maybe sipping some wine, talking with people about their hurts and their needs. Had He been in Sandy Hook, He would have been sitting on the floor having story time with the children. Had He been in Aurora, He would have been talking to people about their costumes and why they connected with the characters they portrayed. Had He been at Virginia Tech, he would have been teaching a master class.
During His earthly ministry, Jesus always located Himself where He could help hurting people, if the people knew they were hurting or not. Jesus spent His time with sinners of every stripe, and He showered them with love and mercy. The people who felt His wrath were not the downtrodden, the marginalized, the misunderstood, the underrepresented, the infirm, or the insecure. No, those who felt the sting of His whip were those who took advantage of and otherwise mistreated the aforementioned.
Last night’s tragedy in Orlando grieves Jesus, and it should grieve us, too. And that brings me back to where I began. I’m exhausted. I don’t know what to do with the violence that surrounds us; I don’t know how to stop it or contain it or even curb it. But Jesus does. So I must ask, what would Jesus do?