Revolution

The war i see in front of my eyes is a civil war. This civil war seems to not exist on the outside... but it is raging on behind our masks of perfection. We say there is no illness within us, we try to cover it all up. We're so stuck in our cultural contexts of christianity, we have let our seperate cultures replace the God we're supposed to worship. These cultures war against eachother instead of bringing eachother closer to the God of which each of them represents a part of. Each sees itself as the revolutionary that will change the church into something greater. But that something greater is so miniscule compared to our God. When will the true revolutionaires arise? Where are the bridge builders? The peacemakers? Where are those who will serve God, and not their culture; will seek after the true and living God instead of mundane theology or repetitive emotional experiences? Where are those who will cry out for something more?

The sham is but a whitewashed tomb. Bright and vibrant on the outside, and decaying and on the inside. Outside, everyone walks by this clean whitewashed tomb and sees right through the fakeness. It's obvious it's a tomb. Why try to hide it? And those within the tomb are people ever leaving the sham, searching for the glory that that tomb was supposed to hold. They get lost outside... When will they leave their bitterness and come back to breath life into the tomb they left? When will they arise and destroy the de@dness of culture, tradition and routine?

When will a new song arise? a song more fervrent than any heard upon this earth? A song that isn't sung for its simplicity and "congregational appeal". A song that is so intricately formed with excellence and creativity, and belched out in raw honesty. A song that is an anthem of the true and living God.

And on that day, the civil war will end. I believe in a diverse church that learns instead of divides. The Calvinists will embrace the Charismatics. The racial divides within the church will crumble. Catholic, Episcopalian, Lutheran, Baptist, Pentecostal- all holding hands. I believe in what many have seen as futile and impossible, because I believe in a God that is infinitely beyond anything we have ever encountered in humanity's existence on this speck of dust called Earth. And on that day of peace, finally, the church will look away from itself and see those around them that are dying... She will no longer be a tomb, but a place that gives life for those around her. She will bring healing to the broken, bring justice to the oppressed, raise up the poor out of the mire, and raise the corpses to life. She will bring freedom to those in the prison of the evil one. She will stand up against the evil one who is stealing the lives of a generation. And the evil one who has tried so hard to cripple her will not be able to walk because his knees are quaking in fear.

This is the revolution. This is the manifesto. This is the movement. I believe this dream cannot stay a dream. It is screaming within its box to get out and be unleashed upon reality. It's waiting for you...

Will you arise? Will you join this movement? Will you serve others and not just those that are the same as you? Will you serve your God instead of your culture? Will you throw off your pride and bitterness? Your answer to those questions shall determine if this dream is but a dream, for reconciliation is the linchpin of this revolution.

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A revolution that many have walked away from because of its impossibility is one that I will keep clinging on to in hope, for I believe in the God that created the very idea of hope.