Jesus. I come to you right here, right now, just like this.
I come to you with all my ugliness and pain,
With all my selfishness and personal issues,
And I acknowledge that this is the state of things,
In my soul right now.
Jesus, I come to you here and now. I come to you just as you are.
You are holy, and perfect, and blameless,
And at the same time you are tender and kind.
You have compassion on me just as I am.
You are good, all the time, no matter what reality feels like, no matter what my ugliness looks like.
Because you are good,
I will praise you.
Because you are perfect, and holy, and righteous, and awesome, and unspeakably beautiful,
I will worship you.
Worship is not a strange thing. It’s perfectly natural. We have made it out to be something strange because religious institutions, like the people that they are made up of, inevitably become corrupt if they are not kept in tune with their Creator.
I find, upon reflection, that I have always worshipped something in some way.
I am always performing worship in some way.
We are all worshipping something right now.
It becomes strange when we forget what it really is, and we try to pretend it’s something it’s not.
So I come to you right here and now, Jesus.
I come to you just like this.
With all my selfishness and jealousy,
With all this anger and frustration hidden deep in all the wounds that are yet waiting to be healed,
I come to you broken and bleeding out, ready to die, I come to you still holding on to this flesh-life in some ways, for some reason, with the parts of me that still don’t understand it means death, and I give you all of my best and all of my worst, all at once, and I say, “Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me!!!”
I hear your voice.
I know who you are.
I love you now, after all this time, after all this struggling and thrashing around,
Because you have been loving me this whole time,
Despite it all.
I rest in this place,
The place of perfect peace,
I breathe you in,
I breathe you out,
I soak in your presence,
I absorb everything that is going on right now in the atmosphere,
All this love.
As I do this, as the hurting places in me soak you in (the places that normally agree with all the ugliness)
As I set aside my restless nerves time and again, over and over,
As I gently lead myself back into the here and now, no matter how many times the distractions return,
In imitation of you, patiently demonstrating this love for my own soul, something still in some ways so foreign to me,
As I obey you by choosing to believe that you have accomplished all that is necessary to remove all separation, and that you want more than anything else in this universe for me to come to you and take full advantage of every provision you have made,
You meet me in this place.
You commune with me and speak to my heart in this place.
Only here in this place, where I am fully honest with you and with myself,
Where I am without pretense, without ulterior motive, without hope of reprieve through anything that would set itself apart from you in any way,
You heal me as these truths flow through me,.
You fill me and regenerate my soul.,
You cause me to hope, and you cause me to desire, and you cause me to be what you’ve created me for.
You fill up all the empty places.
You set me free from all the selfishness and pain.
Progressively, ever on and on, always more and more,
I rest only here and now, and your peace floods my soul.