Staring at the T.V… nothing
Staring at your computer screen…nothing
Staring at your book…nothing
Staring at the floor…nothing
Staring at the ceiling…nothing
Staring at the sky…nothing
Staring at the wall…nothing
Staring at something…nothing

            What do all these have in common? Nothing—these have literally nothing in common. Nothing is happening and nothing is productive. There is nothing involved but staring. There is no outcome. There is no prospect. There is no potential. There is no ability. There is absolutely nothing.

            Staring at Jesus…nothing

            Jesus have become a spectacular, a Radio City spectacular for people to gather and look at—just to satisfy their own God given souls—breath of life which provides infinite glory. Claimed Christians who have taken title as Christians live for their sins, and not for Him. How long do we have to wait? How long do we have to wait to see changes for the Kingdom of the living God? Or much rather, how long does He have to wait?

            Through constant struggles with the definition of Christianity, we ought to do it, because that’s what we have been doing in the past. We have taken titles for which we do not deserve and water it down to impeccable justification—just to satisfy human standards. So I state, at the foot of the cross, we are nothing, and I suggest when you do have something, that would go to the foot of the cross and repent.

            We have constantly stared at Jesus and did nothing about it, as if we are staring at a T.V. We would sit on our asses, waiting for something to happen, telling ourselves that Jesus would do it, telling ourselves that we would do it next time, and when the end of the day comes, you would still sit on your ass and do nothing about it—because God’s glory meant nothing.

            We are called to do. We are called to run. We are called to teach. We are called to listen. We are called to believe. We are called to be. We are called to worship. But at the end of the day—we are called to obey because that’s the only way God can be glorified.

            Jesus is not television. We are called to engage with him at a substantial level beyond the ‘human’ norms because human relationships are nothing compare to your engagement with the Lord. Jesus should not be something you turn ‘on and off’ whenever you feel like it. He should be constantly ‘on’ in your life because that’s the only way you and God can engage.

            Quit staring Jesus as if He was television, because He’s not, and He never was—and nor He is some spectacular for you to satisfy from. He died for the Father, and Christ deserves everything from us. There is no greater or lesser glory—there is only obedience. What are you waiting for? How long does He have to wait? He is waiting, and with much grace—patiently.

κλέος

Glory is your name, 'O Lord.
Neither in your name are inequalities:
nor greater or lesser glory; nor competition;
nor pride and self-satisfaction; nor orderly numbers.
Therefore, there is one thing;
that, my brothers and sisters--is obedience.

What they and what you have...
Do you know what are the differences?
Nothing. There are no differences.
But merely this; you and they--are created for His glorious name.
Obedience I say, be glory to His name.
HE deserves the reward for His suffering.
HE deserves those for whom he died.

I'm going to a far away place where the shadows of my Father's wings dominate the well being of my wild heart. I dig deeper without knowing the blessings are on the other side of this dark muddy expedition—where the end point of a rhetorical victory stand firm on a foundation solid like rock. I wouldn’t call this a careless journey, but, I would call it is a risk if I were you. Yes, I know the facts: the rock bottom and the spiritual forecasting upon the mere heart set aside, soulfully looking for the great neck’s mood of love that vastly hinders the tiny particles in my body.

Fearful, I’d say; perhaps the others say otherwise. I count the crows as each day goes by. I count the doves as each second rolls by. I wouldn’t say it any more, nor would I say it any less. I, for one, can’t complicate the things already taken its place initially. I wouldn’t want to know the deeper and mysterious knowledge of things I cannot handle. I am mortal. I am a mortal with a heart that writes itself to moments profound.

Tell me what wrong I have caused to my hearers? Yes, the prideful heart again. Has it caused you to be benevolent?