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Bare Bones

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these.” Matthew 12:30-31

Love God.

Love Others.

Seems easy enough. Yet, we muck this up quite often.

I want to get back to the bare bones of Jesus. I want to strip away all the man-made garbage and get down in the grit of who Jesus really is when we strip away religion, legalism, opinion, theories, and commentaries.

So many have turned away from God and the church. They are done with the judgment, over the hype, bored of the scripted sermons. I get it. I get them. We've covered up the good stuff with a lot of fluff.

I want to get back to the bare bones of Jesus.

I am currently studying the Book of Revelation. This doesn't seem to be a good place to go when one is searching for the stripped down version of Jesus. But, I would argue this is the perfect place to start.

What it all comes down to is this: How am I loving God and how well do I love others?

When John writes about the churches in Revelation, he relays the same message: How are these churches loving God and how well are they serving those around them? Some (two of the churches) are doing alright. The other five? Not so well. They lose sight of God and sway others in a harmful direction.

I want the world to see the bare bones of Jesus. I want to strip away what we have made Him out to be and get back to who He said He was: the Way, the Truth, and the Light (John 14:6). I want to get back to how He lived: serving others above Himself (John 13:1-17).

I want to get back to the bare bones of Jesus.

I believe our world would be far less complicated if we got back to the bare bones of Jesus. Our relationships would be far less messy. Our purpose, that much clearer.

It's time to strip away the man-made layers we've laid over our Savior and get back to the bare bones.

Love God.

Love Others.

The End.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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