Posted on 12/05/2009 8:06:49 AM PST by YaZhynka
"Rich-ieee!" the gleaming Caribbean ex-addict sings my name as the worship music soars and pounds to start the service. We embrace and I can feel the crazy coming off of him. We stand back and I look wildly into his wild-eyed grin, yelping, "Yeah! God likes the crazy people!" And he yelps back, "Rich-ieee! Because we'll get crazy for him!"And I let out a cackling bipolar howl as the music blares.
This man knows something about "crazy." He decided to get clean only after a drug deal got him thrown into the trunk of a car; driven into a field in Middle-of-Nowhere, New York; beaten, broken, bloodied, and left for dead until a woman - who just happened to be a Christian - came to the rescue. He is now every bit as rabid and raving for Christ as he ever was for crack-cocaine.
My Caribbean brother and I rejoice that God has so equipped us to get crazy for Him.
Now, let me be clear. When I talk about "getting crazy for God," I am not talking about doing something stupid like taking a leap off of a third-story ledge to prove that God will send His angels to bear you up lest you dash your foot against a stone. God is not going to ask you to do something stupid. He does not need you to handle snakes or drink poison to prove that he is God.
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He must. He certainly made a lot of them.
I think crazy people in their own way have a special connection to God.
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