“Jekyll and Hyde,” he called me.
That I’m like two different people living in one me. The funny thing is that I agree wholeheartedly. I know what he’s talking about.
One side: sweet, caring, and nice.
The other: filled with anger, rejection, and fear.
One side: accepted & loved.
The other: rejected & condemned.
Aren’t we all, really? Jekyll one day. Hyde the next. Trying to stay Jekyll.
But the good news? Jesus loves me as Mr. Hyde.
He loves my rejected side. Though people love me when I’m good and hate me when I’m not – Jesus takes me at all times.
He loves both “me’s”.
He has shown me that from day one. Through anger, shame, fear and deepest pain. Through embarrassing panic attacks to awkward moments. Even in full out rebellion.
Though we often turn our faces away from the “Hyde’s” of this world, God doesn’t shrink back. He reaches out his hand and calls them home. Though people reject “Hyde” (he’s horrible and socially awkward and often inappropriate) – God does not.
He tells us this through stories:
Remember the prostitutes? Rahab and Mary Magdeline to name a few…
Remember the government tax thieves? Zacchaeus and Matthew… probably more.
Remember the murderer(s)? Moses (and others)!
Or the adulterous murderer? David.
Or the liars? Isaac, Jacob.
Remember them. And then remember those who slammed stakes through his feet and hands?
“Father, forgive them.” He says.
To top it off, Jesus shares the ultimate story of his love through the parable of the prodigal son. A story of a son who squandered his inheritance, rejecting everything his father had raised him to be.
But the Father.
He waited with open arms for “Hyde” to return.
God loves us. ALL of us.
And he is ever working until I’m all better. Until I’m whole.
Until I’m just one person: