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But he didn't.
He came as a three of clubs.
He chose to be common. Ordinary. Regular.
He was born in a blue-collar hospital. He lived a blue-collar life. He hired a blue-collar crew and ran a blue-collar ministry. He was, literally, one of us.
In Blue-Collar God, that's exactly how I hope to portray him. Approachable. Accessible. I want to bring him down to the level to which he willingly brought himself; down to earth, down to us. He pressed the button for the basement of existence, becoming sub-God, trading in his puncture-resistance for human flesh.
Imagine . . .
God, a New York City cabdriver.
God, a garbageman.
God, a kite maker.
God, a homeless insurance salesman.
The I Am, now Everyman.
These are the stories of a God who gave up his CEO position to become a grunt, who traded his high-profile I Am status for a lowly John Doe existence. Instead of us struggling to live up to God, he willingly chose to live down to us. These are the stories of a God who went to great lengths to erase the disconnectedness between us and him.
This book is for people who struggle with that disconnectedness, who struggle to feel a closeness with God, who struggle walking with him even though they may be working for him. It's for people who have accepted God's gift of grace but have left it sitting under the tree, unwrapped. It's for people who keep asking for his forgiveness but are suspicious as to whether it has been granted. This book is for kitelike people who keep trying to fly themselves with no strings attached.
These stories aren't all neat and tidy. They're pictures of real life and the things that sometimes happen in real life. The symbolism may disturb you at times, but stick with me, follow the images all the way through and reach for the underlying nugget of truth. My wish is not to offend, but to jump-start our thought processes by sketching some pictures of God that are a bit nontraditional. After all, a God who swapped deity for humanity, even if only for a while, can't be accused of being overly traditional.
My hope is that you will become more comfortable with this nontraditional God who became human, ordinary; that you will feel a safeness in reaching for his calloused hand, that you will become more trusting of a God who willingly traded his white-collar superiority for blue-collar accessibility. These are the stories of a God who became a regular guy. A God who became approachable, accessible-blue-collar.
The name embroidered on his white collar pretty much says it all . . .
God.
Think about it. His address? Heaven-it's about as white-collar as you can get. His staff numbers in the billions-that's enough to make any CEO's white collar turn green. His portfolio? It makes Bill Gates's pile of green turn a pale shade of white. Yeah, his collar's white all right, blindingly white.
Virtually everything about him is bigger than life. He's not your ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill superhero. He can't be boxed in. He can't be packaged. He can't be defined. It's not just that he doesn't fit the mold-it turns out he is the mold. It's not just that he strays outside the lines-turns out he is the lines. He never had to climb the ladder-he is the ladder.
In White-Collar God you'll meet . . .
God, the CEO of the Fire Factory.
God, the architect of the Tomorrow Tower.
God, the Big Is.
God, the benevolent Mr. Wellington.
God, the high-bidding portrait Artist.
The ultramega Alpha and Omega.
These are the stories of a big God. The stories of a God who may have taken a ride on a train through a town called Mortality, but he didn't get off there. The route went on and so did he.
But let's back up a minute and check out that detour through downtown Mortality. What was that all about? How do you reconcile that with this mysterious mighty Messiah? It's baffling, this flip side of the white-collared guru. Just when it seems this all-powerful leader ought to cinch up his tie a little tighter around his white collar, he flagrantly unbuttons his top button and shows us something completely contrary.
He shows us he's vulnerable. He shows us emotions that VIPs shouldn't show. We see an entourage that doesn't look very presidential. We see a carpenter who doesn't look very kingly.
That's the kicker. This white-collared king became smitten with a little peasant girl named Humanity. The God of everything-who could have had anything-came down with a "thing" for us. He could have snapped us like a twig, yet we were the very habit he couldn't break.
These are the stories of a mysterious God-one who measures the height of his love by the depth of his sacrifice. A God who wasn't afraid to not use force, to not command submission. He wanted the peasant girl, us, to love him for who he was, of our own free will. He became weak to show the might of his love. The prefect inverted the flow chart to demonstrate perfect love. It's not the standard MO for deities, but then he's never been the poster child for "standard." He's never worn the "predictable" label.
This book is for people whose God has become manageable, definable, predictable. It's for people who haven't been surprised by God in a while. For people whose God never goes over fifty-five.
I suggest you buckle up.
These stories aren't all neat and clean, but neither is life. The symbolism may disturb you at times, but look beyond the images to the truths they represent. These aren't fairy tales, they're better than fairy tales, they're snapshots of truth. Pictures of God, fully engaged with humanity.
Get ready to stretch your imagination. Dare to see the God outside the lines, beyond the box. Prepare yourself for a God who's not your average, everyday run-of-the-mill superhero. His top button may be open, but there's no mistaking him. He's the one in the dazzling white collar.
Excerpted from Blue Collar God/White Collar God by Terry Esau
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