Be Like Jesus

   You say you want your heart to break for what breaks His.  Could you handle that pain, that constant ache?  He cries for the ones who disgust you, the ones you walk by on the other side of the street.  He longs for the ones you don’t think are worth your time, the ones you reject.  His heart breaks for every abandoned girl, every aborted baby, every lonely heart.
   You say you wanna be like Jesus.  Are you sure?  He hung out with sinners: liars, thieves, prostitutes, hypocrites.  He loved the ones everyone else hated.
   The lepers thought He would keep His distance.  He healed them with a single touch.  The religious leaders thought He would appreciate their “righteousness.”  He appreciated the ones who knew they didn’t deserve His attention. 
    He smashed expectations to bits.  He pieced broken hearts back together.  He was loved by a few, hated by many.  His own town, the people He grew up with, rejected Him.  His parents didn’t understand Him.  The very crowd who cried, “Hosanna” shouted, “Crucify Him!”
     You say you wanna live like Jesus.  Do you realize He died?

On Earth

   It is my dream to see Heaven on Earth.  I wanna see people clothed in white robes of righteousness and purity.  I wanna hear "holy, holy, holy," constant praise and worhsip.  I wanna feel the ground shake when voices join to sound like rushing water.
   I wanna begin eternal worship before I get to eternity.  I want the atmosphere down here to match the atmosphere up there.  I wanna bring down the glory!
   This is my heart's desire:
ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN