Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
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Bearded Desire
Numbers 6 devotion to God has sometimes appealed to me because...well, uh, sigh...I want to be Godly.
I want what God wants which is what it means to be Godly.
I want to protect babies from womb to tomb because that's what God wants.
I want Biblical models of sex and marriage because that's what God wants.
I want the hungry to be fed and homeless to be housed and other Matthew 25 kinda stuff because that's what God wants.
Being Godly is the goal of everyone that wants to express gratitude to God for existential relief and eternal life by grace through faith in Jesus.
Of course, I get in the way of what I want to be because I have an I problem that compels confession with the hope of repentance in a Matthew 7:1-6 and Romans 7:13-25 kinda way.
I didn't miss the course on original sin that includes me to illustrate depravity...and you...and everybody else; which is why Jesus came.
We need someone to save us from the damning consequences of our insults to His holiness and injuries to His people; which is what Jesus does, again, by grace through faith.
So, yeah, I want to be Godly in gratitude.
O.K., sometimes I don't want to be Godly; which is why all of those things in Numbers 6 devotion aren't really appealing to me and ain't never gonna be a part of my gratitude to God.
Annnnnnnd even when I don't want to be Godly sooooooo often because I've gotta be me, I want to want to...or want to want to want to...
If I have to explain that to you, maybe you don't want to...like a bad sentence ending in a preposition.
Don't know.
That's for you to know and Him to find out; which He already has because, you know, He's omniscient.
Anyway, I'm not sure why apart from my desire to want to want to want to want to...be Godly...pero I've stopped trimming my beard.
There have been guys - sorry, gals - throughout history that have grown beards out of a desire to be, uh, Godly.
Kinda like someone that wears a cross or uniform or gets inked or whatever to show allegiance and affection.
Beards, especially long and unkempt ones, have symbolized humility, dignity, wisdom, strength, courage, and a penchant for grace, mercy, and forgiveness wrapped in love.
I'm not making that up; but, of course, if you're a sideliner or mainliner or lameliner, you probably haven't seen that in, you know, books, like, uh, the Bible.
Admittedly, I fall short on all of those things.
My life as well as my beard is sooooooo unkempt.
Still, I have the desire because I get it/Him.
I'm grateful.
I'm trying; and praying I don't get in the way because I really want to want to want to want to want to...
Chances are I'll trim it sometime because I'll probably cave to my mom, wife, sister, and gossips in the church that have too much time on their hands and like to talk about other people's sins as if they're sooooooo much better and haven't had anyone challenge them: "What's that I see in your eye?"
Churches are like farms in many ways...with pecking orders coming to mind.
That last sentence-paragraph is a bonus message.
If the aforementioned hasn't made any sense to you, read Ephesians 2:1-10.
That's/He's what rekindled my bearded desire.
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