I woke up this morning with the song “This is the Stuff That Drives Me Crazy” playing itself over and over again in my thoughts. I’m thinking to myself, “This can’t be good. The last thing I need is to be driven crazy with a song about ‘stuff that makes me crazy’ stuck in my mind.”
The word “Crazy” reminds me of when I was young. I and my brothers always asked my Mom and Dad, “Where ya’ going?” every time they would leave the house. My Mom’s automatic response was, “Crazy!” I think I see why now. She must have felt like she was going crazy because of our relentless questioning!
Some days I honestly think I am going crazy (or have already arrived.) Why? Because I believe in a man who once was dead, but came back alive again, and lives within me. Now that’s some crazy whacked out stuff.
When Jesus first introduced Himself to me the devil tried to whisper ‘crazy’ in my ear. I was really afraid for a while until I happened across these soul-calming words…
“So if we were crazy, it was for God. If we are sane, it is for you. Clearly, Christ’s love guides us. We are convinced of the fact that one man has died for all people. Therefore, all people have died. He died for all people so that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for the man who died and was brought back to life for them.”
Now I just tell myself, “I’m ‘convinced’, not crazy.”
Does anybody else have that sense of believing despite themselves? Faith is crazy to the unbelievers and doubter, not just sometimes, but all the times. And I was, and sometimes still am, all three.
Here….you can get that song stuck in your head, too. 🙂
Jesus, you were accused of being crazy. I’m glad you’re not. Amen.