By Hook or By Crook
I saw something in a church the other day. Something I hated. I saw a formal ceremony occurring—one in which the peoples involved proclaim their surrender to Christ. Only, I suspected an insincere heart inside those standing in their faithful proclamation.
They had no idea what they were doing.
It was a formality. A positioning strategy, but not, as I saw it, a move where anyone was self-positioning under anything.
The church was asked to stand in support.
“Wrongness!”, I thought to myself over and over. I wanted to rise up and confront this display of delusion and sickness. How could I feign even toleration?
The church was then asked to sit back down.
And the second I touched my seat I heard: “By hook or by crook.”
And in the depth of that short phrase, I understood, through the beaming face and the smiling lips of salvation, “Whatever sick, twisted, self-concocted reason anyone takes one step toward me, I will run to them. For whatever shred of a reason—true or not—anyone turns to me for hope, I will have them and work miracles with that tiny, tiny seed. You too, are a beneficiary of this kind of love. There is wrongness everywhere, but have compassion on what you see.”
I suppose there is a time to rise up, and a time to be still. But clearly, that day, my marching order was one of peace.
So here I sit, quite happily, in the wake of God’s rebuke. Happily, you say? Yes, because it is far less miserable to love than to hate.