There’s always that one girl in high school. Her name is usually Brittney, or Rachel, or Staci with an ‘i’. She’s gorgeous, athletic, she gets perfect grades, and she will most definitely be both homecoming and prom queen. She’s invited to every party, her hair looks like a L'Oréal commercial, and to be honest unless you are her, or you at the Gretchen Wieners to her Regina George, you hate her.
The popular girl.
The most popular girl.
To be fair, there are 2 kinds of “most popular girl”. The Regina George is the mean one you love to hate. And then there’s the more realistic popular girl. She is sweet enough that you feel guilty for hating her, but it’s inevitable, you just can’t stand when you see her walking down the hall.
But if you’re honest with yourself, it’s not really her that you hate. It’s the fact that she makes you hate yourself. She’s not even doing it on purpose, but by the nature of her popularity you automatically think less of yourself when you see her.
We have this habit of separating ourselves from what we view as perfection. We know that we are flawed, we’ve experienced ourselves at our worst, and we can’t imagine that the “it” girl could ever relate to us.
Too often, we make Jesus out to be the most popular girl in school. I know that sounds weird but hear me out because this is where that Regina George version comes back!
Because Jesus was and is perfect, we put up a giant wall dividing Him from us. We see Him as unapproachable, un-relatable, and most likely destined to hurt us.
There are some people who work hard to break down the wall; to reach the “standard of perfection” and get in Jesus’s good graces. These are the Gretchen Wieners. Then some
people hate Jesus simply because they know they can never measure up, or they believe He has hurt them or wronged them in some way. These people are Janis and Damian.
What we struggle to understand is that Jesus is not a popular girl we must keep our distance from for fear of getting hurt. Jesus is perfection in it’s purest definition, and perfection doesn’t build a wall, it is an open door.
Jesus is perfection in it’s purest definition, and perfection doesn’t build a wall, it is an open door.
There are no skeletons in Heaven’s closet that could come back to hurt us, and there’s no holy Burn Book you’ll find your name in. Because Jesus is perfect, we can trust in a genuine, life-giving relationship with Him. Perfection doesn’t mean far away, perfection means “come closer because I am incapable of being an imperfect friend.”
I think that’s pretty fetch.
Until next time,
Gabby