What if I tell them who they are?
What if I take away any element of fear, condemnation, judgment or rejection?
What if I tell them that I love them and I’ll always love them and I love them right now, no matter what they’ve done, as much as I love my only son?
What if I told them that there’s nothing they can do to make my love go away?
What if I told them that there are no lists?
What if I told them that they were righteous with my righteousness right now?
What if I told them they could stop being so formal and jumpy and stiff around me?
What if I told them that I was absolutely crazy about them?
What if I told them that even if they ran to the ends of the earth and did the most unthinkable horrible things, when they came back I’d receive them with tears and a party?
What if I told them that I don’t keep a log of past offenses, of how little they pray, how often they’ve let me down, or made promises they don’t keep?
What if I told them that they don’t have to be owned by men’s religions, traditions or additions?
What if I told them I’m their Savior, they’re going to heaven no matter what, it’s a done deal?
What if I told them that they had a new nature; that they were saints not just saved sinners who should now buck up and be better if your any kind of Christian after all He’s done for you?
What if I told them I actually live in them now; that I put my love and power and nature inside them at their disposal?
What if I told them that they didn’t have to put on a mask, that it was really OK to be exactly who they are at this moment with all their junk, and not have to pretend about how close we are, how much they pray or don’t, how much Bible they read or don’t?
What if they didn’t have to look over their shoulder for fear if things got too good the other shoe was going to drop?
What if they knew that I would never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, use the word punish in relation to them?
What if they knew when they mess up I never get back at them?
What if they were convinced the bad circumstances are not my way of evening the score for taking advantage of me?
What if they knew the basis of our friendship was not on how little they sin but on how much they let me love them?
What if they had permission to stop trying to impress me in any way?
What if told them that they could hurt my heart but I would never hurt theirs?
What if I told them that they could open their eyes when they pray and still they will go to heaven?
What if I told them there was no secret agenda, no trap door?
What if I told them it wasn’t about their self effort but allowing me to live my life through them?
What if they actually believed that??!!
That’s the New Testament gamble and it’s being lived out in you and me right now.