Jill says Kerouac is goofy,
and she keeps telling Izzy how beautiful she is,
but it’s Kerouac that she loves the most.
Kerouac is a lap dog.
He wants to sleep on your chest,
he wants to be right next to you.
Izzy is the direct opposite.
She wants to sleep away from you,
sleep with her head elevated
on a pillow or on her brother.
She is independent,
and when we walk them
around the block,
Izzy looks like Bo Derek
and Kerouac is Dudley Moore.
But it’s Kerouac’s goofiness
that draws us to him,
bends us down,
makes us pick hum up.
Eloquence is attractive,
as if the soul bleeds
through the exterior walls.
But goofiness is inviting.
We can draw close to
imperfection, and I
believe that this
is why Jesus had a
goofiness about him.
Isaiah 53:2 - “He had no beauty
or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance
that we should desire him.”
It makes us wonder why
Christ is not attractive?
Maybe it has everything to do with
the fact that goofiness
is a level playing field.
I like having a
goofy Savior.
He’s approachable.
He’s not loved
for his beauty,
but for his heart,
for the way he loves us,
for the way he says,
“Come unto me,
let me pick you up,
all of you
who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.”
We have a tendency
to worship people according
to their superstar status,
according to the way they dance
on “Dancing with the Stars.”
But there was nothing
about Christ’s appearance
that made them ooh and ahh.
It was his love,
it was the way he
loved everyone and healed
even those outside
the Jewish fold.
And today we
cannot see him.
We do not have a vision
of what he looked like.
Pictures depict him
as very Jewish or
black or white or Indian.
We have our pictures,
but Jesus was never
meant to be photographed,
only adored, and maybe
it’s this goofiness
that God loves
in us.
We can only hope
that this is true
because we all
have our ugly and sinister ways
that need to be overshadowed
for the goofiness of God
in Christ Jesus.
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