Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity

by Jen Hatmaker

Faces down, heads down, we will ask for His glory to reign over our pride, over our fears, over our arrogance. May He come in power and be famous in our time, unleashing peace and salvation through His Spirit, His presence, and the willing hands of His faithful servants. Come, Jesus. We are Yours. Have Your way with our generation.

This is what God taught me through Judas at Jesus’ table, eating the broken bread that was His body: We don’t get to opt out of living on mission because we might not be appreciated. We’re not allowed to neglect the oppressed because we have reservations about their discernment. We cannot deny love because it might be despised or misunderstood. We can’t withhold social relief because we’re not convinced it will be perfectly managed. We can’t project our advantaged perspective onto struggling people and expect results available only to the privileged. Must we be wise? Absolutely. But doing nothing is a blatant sin of omission.