How could I not call him crazy? “I think you’re supposed to be writing,” he told me just weeks ago at a counseling appointment. He was counseling me, mind you. If anyone should have been thinking, or calling, someone crazy, it should have been the counselor. Right? Wrong. I had taken it upon myself to put the label on him. How could he possibly think I was supposed to be writing at this time in my life?
After all, I had enough on my plate. I was emotionally drained, my plate was full, and, as I so boldly told him, “I write when the Holy Spirit leads me.” Ha. Who was he to think he could lead me when it comes to my writing? That, as I reminded him, is the job of the Holy Spirit. What a crazy notion, counselor. I mean pastor.
So off I went – only to discover in a few mere weeks that my pastor-counselor friend was right on the money. Talk about crazy. Who was I to go to a Christ-centered counseling session and not believe the Lord might use him – yes, him! – to speak to me. Now wait a minute, God, why can’t you speak to me directly? Huh? Now who are you calling crazy? Me?
Wait a cotton picking minute, to use a very old expression. Imagine that. I had gone to the pastor for counseling. He had spoken what the Lord put on his heart. And I had the nerve to trot off calling the man crazy.
“I’ve been called crazy before,” my pastor friend told me on the phone today.
“Yeah, me too,” I said. Of course I had. I had felt crazy, acted crazy, and even taken a “vacation” on the psychiatric ward nearly 20 years ago thanks to the extreme symptoms of a life-threatening eating disorder – not to mention a wildly out-of-sorts life lacking even one iota of Jesus Christ.
Crazy? Are you crazy? To be perfectly honest, I have not known my pastor friend long enough to be all too confident in joking around – or half joking anyway – about calling him crazy. So I decided I better follow up quickly with the whole truth – and nothing but the truth.
“We’re crazy for Christ,” I told him. “That’s how I look at it. The Bible says we’re supposed to be a “peculiar people” (1 Peter 2:9)”
My pastor friend agreed readily.
“We’re so crazy for Christ,” I continued. “That we’re willing to do things, and say things, and go places the world wouldn’t go because we would do this for Him.”
Now that’s crazy, isn’t it? To disregard the expectations of man, to lay aside our own preconceived desires (and lusts!), to put away what the world would tell us to do, so that we can truly live for Jesus Christ. Crazy, isn’t it? Yes, in my estimation, absolutely.
Crazy for Christ.
I can’t think of any better way to be labeled crazy than to submit my life to the Lord and live it for Him.
Just call me crazy. I am. Crazy about the love of my life.
Crazy, ain’t it?
P.S. A sister in the Lord just sent me the perfect scripture for this writing. (Underlining added.)
1Co 4:9 “For I think that God hath set forth us the apostles last, as it were appointed to death: for we are made a spectacle unto the world, and to angels, and to men.
1Co 4:10 We are fools for Christ’s sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.”