Wednesday, October 17, 2007

"There ain’t no disguising the truth..."

I'm Catholic. Capitol C. I view myself as a Pentecostal Catholic if there is such a thing. I'm a Christian Catholic. To me, that means, I believe Jesus died on the cross for my sins and rose again, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. So, that makes me Christian. I practice being Christian by purposing to walk out my Catholic faith. I don't just go to church on Sunday. I evangelize youth to come to the Lord. Not just to the Catholic Church but to the Lord. I read the bible, in fact I own about 10. How God speaks to each person is unique to that person. I believe the relationship with Christ has to come first. And, yes, there are luke warm Catholics walking around and there are also luke warm Baptists, Methodist, CRC's, Pentecostals (well maybe not...) but you get my point. There are people everywhere that are Christians in waiting. Denominations get so legalistic sometimes. Catholics blew it in the early centuries. Badly. But time and time again, other churches do too. Why? Because people run them who are sinners. We all are. Even the Pope. Blasphemy for a Catholic to say that? No. Pope John Paul spent 8 hours a day laying on his face in prayer and confessed every day his sins, one to another. He was a good and holy man. He was also a sinner. So was Mother Theresa, Augustine, Francis, AKempis, Luther and Calvin. So am I. I know that it is only by Grace that I am saved and that I really don't deserve it. It's the blood of the Lamb that paid the price. And still, the Creator of the Universe wants to love me. He wants to be my everything. He wants me to choose Him. And I do. Daily. I have to die to my own desires all the time to choose Him. When I converted to Catholicism, I felt like I had come home. Here was a place, rich in history, mistakes, and beauty that I could rest my thoughts on. I could go deeper here. So, while our church continues to make horrible mistakes, I take comfort that 2000 years later, it's still here. Flawed? Yes. Scared? Most definitely. Working on it? Certainly. Ever get it right? Not until Jesus comes back. So, please, ask me some of the deepest darkest Catholic questions that have been burning in the back of your mind. There are answers for most of the things people assume to be true about Catholics. Like, why do we pray to idols. Simple answer...we don't. Go ahead and ask me...because I am in love with Jesus. I am not afraid to say how much I love Him. I'm certain, that He loves me back. How I choose to worship Him is flawed. But He speaks to me here. Where do you hear His voice? Where do you feel His breath whispering across your face? I pray peace to you my brothers and sisters in Christ. And I'm not offended. I love you. One God, One Baptism, One Faith (one day...)

What will people think
When they hear that I’m a Jesus freak?
What will people do
When they find thats its true?

Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I’ve divorced

I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm
Of his belly with my head
Jesus saves is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream

What will people think
When they hear that I’m a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that its true
I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus freak
There ain’t no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I’ve been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me as weak
Cause I won’t live and die for the power they seek

There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn’t too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak

People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger

What will people think
[what will people think]
What will people do
[what will people do]
I don’t really care
[what else can I say]
There ain’t no disguising the truth
[Jesus is the way]

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