In The 80’s you weren’t cool if you didn’t wear a Jheri Curl. Each morning you had to apply a lot of gook to your hair to keep it curly and throughout the day you had to spray activator on it to keep it fresh. By the end of the day there’d be so much activator, gel, and sweat in your hair that it would carry an odor.
With a curl you had to carry what they called a “curl bag” around with you. It was pretty much a thin shower cap. People didn’t want you to sit on their sofas with a curl because the gook would get on their furniture. The top of your shirt around the neck part would be gooky because your hair gook dripped down your neck all day.
Every leak has to fall somehwere.
We are much like the curl gook. We have leaks and many times our leaks have nowhere to go. Pressure builds up and it has to be dealt with. Sadly, you’ll be crucified every day and most times you will have to deal with it alone.
Even if people knew half your sacrifice, they’d still believe what they choose to believe about you. We’re so afraid of being crucified but honestly we should take it as an honor. When we go through trials it should not be strange what people will call you and say about you to destroy your name. It should not be strange what you will have to endure to get to the Glory. The Glory only comes AFTER these things have taken place.
I had a very exciting day today in the midst of my present challenges. But a friend told me something which shook my world. He said, “Ro… I can see the blood is dripping in your life.”
If you read the bible correctly, the only time it goes into detail about Jesus’ temper rising is when He entered the temple. Among unbelievers He remained interesting and relevant. Only when He came into the temple did He turn over tables and had to straight go off on people. The very people He was called to teach said the ugliest things about Him with no evidence of truth in their lies. They thorned Him, beat Him, ripped His skin, hung Him to a Cross and there was no one else around Him strong enough to even hear how He felt nor understand His sacrfice.
Hurt and wounded, ripped to the very core of his being, Jesus hung… by Himself. The only thing that kept Him focused on the Glory was the dripping of His blood. Sort’a like that Jheri curl oil dripping, so did His blood on The Cross.
With every drip He could remember Lazarus’ face when the death garments fell. The next drip He remembered the look in the Shulamite woman’s face when He accepted the offering others mocked. He remembered Peter’s gleam when He actually walked on the water. He remembered the shock on the faces of everyone in the room when they thought He had saved the best wine for last. He remembered the woman at the well who ran and told everyone about her salvation. He remembered the lame man who laid down for 30 something years and how he walked for the first time. As the blood dripped from His scalp down His neck, from the neck to the arm, from the arm to the hand, and from fingertips to the ground… He looked at his blood drip. It reminded him that no matter what people say or do they couldn’t stop the Glory from coming.
Sometimes, you will suffer alone and no one will seem to understand what you’re going through but take a moment and look at your blood. Jesus couldn’t vent to anyone at all but He knew as long as His blood dripped He was closer to the Glory. For Christ, Glory came through the after-death resurrection. For us, our resurrection comes through Faith in Christ.
Keep sacrificing and keep believing. If your blood, sweat, and tears are dripping you are closer than you think. Glory only comes after the drip.
1 Peter 4:12-13 (NKJV)
12 Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; 13 but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy.