There’s an Alan Jackson song that features these lyrics:
“Well, it’s alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile 🎼
Life goes on for a little bitty while”
When I was a kid, I enjoyed the tune but found the lyrics to be atrocious.
I wasn’t going to be small. I was going to break out of Arkansas and become a best selling author who lived somewhere grand, maybe NYC.
God had other plans. Thankfully.
I’m understanding the value of small. Of how little moments measure up to be so much more than a big house, fast car, a little nip here, a little tuck there. Those things aren’t inherently evil. But when we make them idols, they take on a whole new life, or better yet, an entity that’s absolutely devoid of it.
Christ knew the value of small. He worked with only twelve disciples who all had their faults, not a million subscribers patting him on the back. He valued getting close to people, truly knowing them, and allowing them to reveal their hearts.
He worked against the idea of Babel, the insidiousness that infiltrates when people put more stock in themselves than in the absolute sovereignty of God.
Christ knew the value of a mustard seed. Of how the greatest things come from the tiniest of truths.
I watched a #youtube video the other day about a woman who left the Mormon church and how she was now helping others do the same as a trained therapist.
That didn’t bother me because Mormonism is lost on several biblical truths (as are a ton of so-called Christian religions who place tradition over God’s word).
What bothered me is that she equates Mormonism with following Christ, and therefore, decided to nix the whole thing altogether.
I get she was never a follower in the first place. If she were, she would have kept her bond with Christ, easily removing the shackles of a religion that kept her bound and removed from fully growing in His love.
How many others are there that equate a specific domination as the only door to Christ?
Tons probably. I was one of them.
It’s easy to listen to what the world wants you to believe. And it’s easy to be ingrained with false truth perverted by sinful man.
But what’s even easier, you guys, is keeping your eyes on Jesus.
Jesus is beyond the little religious boxes we attempt to trap Him in.
He is the King of the universe. We are not.
And unless and until we all acknowledge that, then the Christian Church will forever be splintered and fragmented, a sharp-edged mirror that won’t reflect God’s truth and will cut the hand of anyone trying to get near it.
I understand why so many people don’t want to know Jesus.
It’s because so many people who claim to be His followers don’t know Him in the first place.