E V E R Y day as my boys and little miss step out of the car and before they hit the pillow they repeat, “I’m a man/woman of God. I’m a world changer. I’ve got what it takes.” I want it to sink in, and when the messy comes it will rise up from their soul and remind them who they are. I just realized something, though. They need to know I own it too. World changers are raising them. World changers who mess up, but answer the call again. To be washed clean, to start over.
World changers are messed up. They fall down, a lot, because they try, a lot. They fight with their spouses. They yell at their kids. They lose their patience. They get mad. They get angry. They mess up relationships. They lie. They hurt people and people hurt them. They sit in all their mess-ups and get hopeless. Then they eat chocolate. They replay all the failures in their heads over and over. Better yet, they replay all the hurts over and over. They watch a movie of their life everyday, but fast-forward the good times and see only the messy times. They genuinely, profoundly, intensely want the best for others and themselves. The burden gets them down and eventually they fall on their face.
The face falling hurts. When they get enough nerve to look up there stands a tree. From the tree fall drops of liquid hitting their face. They touch their damp skin and see it is blood mixed with sweat. Because hanging from the tree is the answer to their messy. The blood washes them clean. It’s even been said they are, “white as snow.” Even the sweaty blood feels messy. God uses messy. He shed blood so we could get through the messy. He proved himself able when love came down, and poured out blood so our impatience, anger, hurt, fear, failure, hate and selfishness can be refuted by love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control and endurance. World changers readily receive the blood offering and answer the call to help others receive. For them it’s the only answer and the only way. They are not perfect after this reception. They will fall again, look up again and receive again. But, they will never stop.
Because he chooses the messy. If he didn’t no one would believe him and he’s smarter than that. If you think your life is messy, you’re in luck. Welcome to the world changer club.
I am a woman of God. I am a world changer. I’ve got what it takes. I need to start owning this. Let it rise up.