Jesus and I lip-locked tonight in front of over 200+ ITFers (www.inspirethefire.org). Was the sweetest Presence amidst pain, uncertainty, and frustration that youth were giving VOICE to…Realizing that God has us in a tight, gripping, DANGEROUS embrace and if we will allow Him through every tragedy or triumph, if we let Him—He promises to never let us GO! Me& my boo and my boo lip lockin’…till the end of time (i guess yall know I’m Beyonced out! LOL)

The woman with the issue of blood, issues of life had her bowed over in the crawl space of existence. The bottom looking up at the bottom, but it’s those places where we have His attention the greatest. Who touched me He asks? The disciples respond, all these people around you. No, Jesus responds (paraphrased) they are all standing and people who are standing proud rarely get my attention, it’s the ones who are living in the crawl space that draw the greatest attention and virtue from my heart. Be careful to not rise too quickly, before you have touched the hem and received the power that comes in lowliness of life. Her posture reminds me of the posture for proposing for marriage. Jesus, I know I’m not up to snuff, my hairs a mess, my hearts a mess, no make up and barely anything comely about me…but will you, will you, will you Marry me? After all you are married to the backslider- the one who has lived life on his back, on the bottom, looking up at the bottom.

We are in a cataclysmic, head on collision, fatal obsession, passionate whirlwind pursuit with God. Like a 4 year old child pinned between a brick wall and apple sour green monte carlo…we are hemmed in by His passion and the pressure of that love and passion is only getting more intense, until He squeezes yesterday’s life out of me and I transcend into a newer, much higher state of being. He smothers us, Oh how he smothers us! I’m overwhelmed.  Can God make a rock that is even to heavy for Him to carry…apparently so since Jesus carried a love for God and a love for us that crushed his very life.  God crushed himself with the love He has for us. How heavy the weight and how sweet the relief for us, and apparently for him to carry for us…He is well aware we will never be able to love Him back the way He loves us—we’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. A love that crushes us. And what is this you ask? Ooozing out of you from the crushing? That’s lubricating, intoxicating empowering grace. A love that crushes us: It’s dangerous, it’s maniacal, it’s terrible, its unyielding and relentless—it ain’t just some skipping through the tulips kinda infatuation…It literally killed His Only…SON. UNDER the weight, UNDER the Weight. Crush me O God, under the weight of your love.