In
the 1960’s, there was a popular children’s song that went like this:
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I think I’ll go eat worms
Everybody hates me
I think I’ll go eat worms
Big fat juicy ones
Little tiny skinny ones
I'm gonna eat some worms
Little tiny skinny ones
I'm gonna eat some worms
Chop off the heads
Suck out the guts
I'm gonna eat some worms
Suck out the guts
I'm gonna eat some worms
That is supposed to be
a children’s song???
And parents all around
the world have taught it to their children thinking that kind of repetitive
mantra would help their little ones…do what…???
What is wrong with you
people? Who was the person who wrote this song and then said; “Hey, what a
great song! I am going to teach it to children…”???
When I was young, it
was bad enough that children sang it. But in my case, those words were sung TO
me; not by me. Usually it was sung TO me when ever I was melancholy and feeling
as though I was all by myself in the world, which is really strange because I
came from a very large family.
You see it’s one thing
if I am singing is as a ditty because I’m feeling sorry for myself.
It’s quite another
thing when the song was sung TO me because I REALLY felt as though no one loved
me.
I was thinking of the
song as I pondered two recent encounters that brought to light how deep that
belief of no one loving has run in my life. It is a root that I constantly have
to pull up in order to not walk in a spirit of rejection; something that I have
struggled with my whole life.
The first encounter happened
to me at a wedding I had officiated. At the reception, one of the groomsmen came
up to me and asked if he could take a photograph with me.
It must be a joke;
right? Why would someone want to come up to me a take a photo with me?
Man, that root shows it ugly shoots very
quickly at times!
My immediate response
to him was; “Are you serious?”
A woman who turned out
to be his wife, answered my question; “Yes, he is serious. He asked me if I
would take a photo of the two of you.”
I looked at the
groomsmen who was shaking his head “yes”, put my arm around him, and said;
“cheese”. My heart was filled with love. We spent the next several minutes
conversing about music, and guitars. It turns out we live about eight blocks
from each other….
The second encounter
took place at a birthday party for my grandchildren. Both sides of the family
were in attendance; including my daughter-in-law’s grandfather.
I spent some time in
conversation with him catching up with the events that took place in both of
our families over the past year. I was amazed that he remembered so much about
who I was, where I lived, and what I did.
Several times
throughout the rest of the day he would ask another question as I was going through
the room where the party was taking place.
The joy of his
presence and conversation was overshadowed by his loss of hearing, which made
it difficult at times for him to hear me.
At the end of the
party, I heard him ask; “Where’s Tom?”
I assumed that he was
referring to my daughter-in-law’s brother; who was his grandson and went on
with the conversation that I was in.
My daughter-in-law
found me and said; “My grandpa wants to say ‘goodbye’ to you. He said that he
wants to say ‘goodbye’ to Tom before he goes.”
I went to find him and
was surprised to see his big smile and hand extended towards me. “I was looking
for you”; he said to me. I extended my hand towards his and received his firm
handshake.
Two encounters of
people wanting to be with ME that I almost missed because of the root that
tries to grow up and choke out the life that I was created to live.
I was loved! I had
believed a lie that I wasn’t loved! Good thing that I didn’t follow through and
eat the worms!
My friend, have you
also believed the lie that you weren’t loved? Have you lived long enough
entangled by the root of rejection? Have you eaten your fill of worms?
Don’t
go through any more believing that you are not loved; YOU ARE LOVED!
“Instead of your
shame you shall have double honor,
And instead of confusion they shall
rejoice in their portion.
Therefore in their land they shall possess double;
Everlasting joy shall be theirs.” (Isaiah 61:7)
Therefore in their land they shall possess double;
Everlasting joy shall be theirs.” (Isaiah 61:7)
My
friend, we live in a broken, sinful world that is so far away from how God
created it to be. Read
Genesis chapters 1 & 2 before things got messed up and Adam
and Eve chose to sin. The good news is that not only do we have a God who
cares; but Jesus Christ died and rose again to destroy the curse. Jesus came
that we could once again walk in the garden with God.
This
same Jesus knows what is like to be rejected by family; Mark 3:20 tells us that
his family thought that Jesus was out of His mind! During His lifetime, His
nearest and dearest didn’t understand Him.
This same Jesus KNOWS what we are going through because He, too, was misunderstood and rejected by the leaders of His synagogue, and even His followers.
This same Jesus KNOWS what we are going through because He, too, was misunderstood and rejected by the leaders of His synagogue, and even His followers.
This
same Jesus is calling out to YOU today; wanting for you to hear Him say to YOU;
“I LOVE YOU!”
You
can today, right now, join the family of God!
Don’t wait. His arms are open to receive you!
Simply put, Jesus is calling out for you today.
All you have to do is respond to His calling to you to turn from your ways and ask His forgiveness. He will take care of the rest!
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Don’t wait. His arms are open to receive you!
Simply put, Jesus is calling out for you today.
All you have to do is respond to His calling to you to turn from your ways and ask His forgiveness. He will take care of the rest!
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