I am a mooch. I'm a dirty mooch. Tonight I'm going to Fiddler's Hearth. It's this wonderful Irish Pub setting. Two wood fireplaces, excellent food. My meal is being paid for. Such blessings.
There is really no other way to explain how I've survived here in Elkhart county. Other than God feeding my mooch lifestyle. I have been very part time employed for about 11 months now. By all rights I should be broke... well ok I am. By all rights I should be homeless. I need to start making a list. It's really ridiculous actually. Not only have I had a place to stay, food, gas, etc. I've got a free skii trip, a trip to Canada, and a trip to Columbia. It's a scandalous abuse of grace really.
Look if I had a job I'd work. I'm not the most motivated guy, but I want to pay my own way. Unfortunately right now thtat's not always an option. So rise up bride of Christ and give me money. I am so ridiculously kidding. If I get checks in the mail from people who read this, I'm going to burn them; that would of course be after I cashed them, but I'd burn them nonetheless. I would say however, don't give out of your abundance give out of your need, it's financially ludicrous. I think Jesus loves it.
I've heard that the verse "God loves a cheerful giver." could better be translated "God loves a ridiculous giver." The most beautiful gift I have recieved was from this wonderful ex missionary single gal. She's strapped for cash herself. We were talking and she said "If I had something to help you out with I would." Ten minutes later she got a birthday card with fifty dollars in it. Before she left she shoved $16 into my hand and walked away. It was sort of like one of those Burger King commercials; but she wasn't wearing the suit. She was having surgery the next week, mortgage due, low on food, I'm pretty sure she was worse off than I was. The kingdom of God is so backwards and beautiful.
This being a dependent mooch thing has done wonders for helping me understand grace and generosity... real generosity. Hopefully I'll remember the lesson when... if... I ever have some sort of employment.
Ok once again, seriously, if you pity me and send me money I'm going to hunt you down and paper cut you to death. I am not to be pitied, I am satisfied and feelin alive! *Said with southern black preachers voice.* Give freely. Give out of what others have given you. Spread the irresponsible scandelous grace.
Make Jesus smile.
Living Liberty-Living Love
Jesus came to set us free from sin and death. He freed us to be ourselves, to love ourselves, to love him, to love others. I'm not sure where I got the idea that when I became a Christian I was supposed to continually hate myself. Tried that, doesn't work. The more I know Jesus, the more comfortable I am in my own skin. Sin is pervasive, I find little flakes on my skin and huge chunks underneath that require surgery. I hate the sin that's in me; but that's not me. It's a disease. Jesus cleans me up and says "Wow I did a good job when I made you." I wonder if Jesus laughs at my lame jokes.
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