Sunday, March 22, 2015

“Theres nothing wrong with feeling bad about your past, but you should also be proud of yourself for being strong enough to make it through it.” — Sonya Parker

I don’t think very much of myself, never have.  Always had an older brother who was smarter and taller, a younger sister who was pretty, and then an even younger brother who was the smartest of all of us.  I was less than average in a lot of things and only more than average in clothes size.  As a boy, the clothes for us fat kids were called “husky” and they weren’t referring to a sled dog.  I was never the football player my father always wanted (played three downs against Odessa Permian, the school in “Friday Night Lights”) and got beat up so badly, I went out for drama.  Took me seven years to finish regular college because I got thrown out twice, once for academic underachievement and once because of my behavior.  I’m sure other people might see me in a much different light than I see myself, but when you are bigger than Mike in “Mike and Molly,” you just don’t cut yourself much slack.  I’ve been battling depression for years and had therapy and medication that got me this far.  No medication now and no therapy, just cold, hard facts that I have to learn to live with.  But here’s the deal, so do you.  No woman is Cinderella and no man is really Prince Charming.  Some of you got dealt better hands than others, but we all have to play with the cards we’ve got.  Easier for some, harder for others, but the game is the same for all of us.  Or would be, except for a holiday that’s coming soon, one we call Easter.  This is about the death for us and the resurrection for us of the Son of God, who chose to suffer and die for us, and who was raised from the dead and now loves us, speaks for us, provides us with comfort and strength, and doesn’t care how old we are, how fat or how short we are.  Doesn’t care whether we have two legs, one leg, or no legs.  Doesn’t care about our age, our intelligence or the amount of money we have amassed.  Does care, though.  Cares so much, He would suffer and die for us (have you seen Mel Gibson’s “The Passion”—wow!).  Cared so much He has never left us.  Christ doesn’t want us to be perfect or even average, He just wants to “abide in us and we in Him” so that we are always together.  In the end, it will not be what we thought about ourselves that will live on after us, it will be what we did for others and the spirit in which we did it, and in whose name we did it.  If you want to be down on yourself, you can, but God didn’t make no junk—and you can take that to the bank!
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