It's funny. When you hear the word "radical", at least, when I hear the word "radical" I think militant. I think harsh. I think trail blazing. But when I put it together with the name Jesus - then I begin to think of something different. Jesus is love. Jesus is the man who died on the cross for me. Who loved me so much that he came and gave his life. He is the Jesus who loves me (present tense) so much that when I need him and I need comfort or provision or guidance, he sends his holy spirit and I receive those things that I think I need. So putting those to terms together means living with love radically. Loving radically. Taking every opportunity to love and to cherish and to value the people around you. Taking every opportunity to go deeper into a relationship with Jesus, so that I can pour out of that abundant love here on earth.
I have some friends, or I should probably say acquaintances that believe that being radical includes some sort of militancy when it comes to religion. You see the harshness on their face, the hardened feel of who they are. They have chosen to make it about striving and not loving. Dare I say anything? We are all on our own journey. So I think although I understand where this hardness comes from, it must be something that they need to work out on their own. To come back to a loving father who is not militant, or showy, or in your face. But who loves because he goes against culture and loves unfailingly.
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