The Loser's Prayer

Jesus.  The Lord Jesus Christ.

Let us be clear on one point:

Jesus ain’t for winners.

Jesus is the God of losers.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, because He hath anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor; He hath sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised. . .

The poor. . .the brokenhearted. . .the captives. . .the bruised: losers.  Me.  Thank God.

You ever see the hero of an AmerICKan sporting event, teary-eyed, gazing heavenward, and then thanking God for his victory? 

God don’t want the hero’s thanks.  God don’t want His Great White Throne trivialized by the hero’s childish pursuit. 

And God don’t want the rich man’s thanks for his filthy lucre.  God don’t want thanks for a new car.  God don’t want thanks for an iFad. God don’t want thanks for a new house.

All them people in the housing bust who lost their McMansions?  God wants their thanks.  They need to thank God for showing them what the world truly is. 

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay His head.

There’s no place in the world for Jesus and Jesus’ people.  Flee from any preacher in a two thousand dollar suit and a two hundred dollar haircut who tells you Jesus wants you to have the *fine things* of the world. 

Thank you, God, for every bruise the world gives me.  Thank you, God, for my poverty.  Thank you, God, for teaching me the world is garbage.  Forgive me, God, for being so slow in accepting the truth.

My kingdom is not of this world. . .

Ye are from beneath; I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world. . .

If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you. . .

God don’t want thanks for your government.  God don’t want thanks for your shit-ass constitution.  God don’t want thanks for your drone victories over your enemies.

Winners love the shit of the world.  With their victories and their stolen treasure, they build their kingdom on earth.

But a majestic defeat destroys them!  Jesus’ defeat has destroyed them.  The winners rule the earth, yet do not realize they are condemned to Hell.  While the winners mocked the Lord Jesus Christ on the cross, our Lord and our God told one loser:

Today shalt thou be with Me in paradise. . .

The world cannot understand the paradox of Christ’s defeat. . .

The shame of it is this includes the vast majority of the losers. They do not understand their victory is in Christ's defeat. In their lust for the *fine things* of the world, the losers miss Christ's message:

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The losers have the same lusts as the winners, but lack their cleverness.  In the end, they settle for the bones the winners toss them: a bit of bread, some circuses, flags.  When these don't sate their lusts, they relieve their frustration through alcohol, narcotics, fornication and violence.  They never see past the lying vanities of the world, and they live in bitter resentment of the winners--they double down on their losses, losing both in this world, and the world to come.

What a world this would be if the billions of losers could look upon Jesus on the cross, and see their victory!

If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for My sake shall find it.

But what a tragedy, that billions who will never have a pot to piss in, and know they will never have a pot to piss in, still cannot say no to their lusts, cannot turn from the world and follow Christ to paradise.  They reject the treasure of Heaven. They choose to grub their lives away for the winners' hand-me-downs, which moth and rust will eat away.

Heavenly Father, thank you for drawing me to the cross of Christ.  Jesus, thank You for Your obedience.  Your carnal defeat earned the spiritual victory that opened the gate to paradise.  Forgive me for the lusts of the world which still rot in my flesh.  Let that sickness take my body to the grave, but protect my soul from the ambitions of the world.  In Christ's name, let my victory come in eternity.