Today’s guest post comes from Renee Ronika Klug of Quiet Anthem. I’m so happy to have Renee contribute to What a Woman is Worth because she is gifted at spinning stories straight from her heart in a way that catches you right up. I hope her words here today will bless you. –Tamára
(I am continuing to share a guest post once a week as I’m busy editing WaWiW. If you’d like to submit one, please see my guidelines here.)
I met Everly and her ex-husband George while we were studying abroad in London in 1997. They were in the first six months of their relationship, giddy Christians, waiting for marriage to have sex, totally smitten with each other. My clearest memory of George was when we were in front of the dormitory smoking cloves, and I asked if Jesus would approve of our doing so. George shook his head and said, “I think Jesus would join us.”
I’ve experienced several Jesuses in my 15-year tenure as a Christian: the hater Jesus—the one who only likes you during your obedient bouts; the indifferent Jesus—the one who couldn’t be bothered with you since you’ve been so disobedient; and the real Jesus—the one who stands by your side regardless of your mood.
George abandoned Jesus shortly before he left Everly to pursue a writing career, to boink random women, and to marry the richest of those women even though he was still married to Everly. He is the kind of writer who likes to aggravate the up-and-coming, to remind them that his words have as much power as their celebrity. The magazines that syndicate him run apologies for his lambastes.
I have spent the past year and a half walking beside Everly on her unforeseen mission to overcome. We have cried and prayed and marveled over why George has discarded his life.
Last night, I had a dream in which I was sitting at a cafeteria table with my husband and a male friend. George swaggered up to us and started picking a fight with both men. Once he finished his tirade on my husband, I looked up at George from where I was seated. He was ten feet tall. I felt the presence of Jesus enter the room. Immediately, I saw George for who he was, and I said to him, in a delicate voice: “You’re insecure.”
George began to weep. He turned to see Everly there, and she kissed him on the cheek—in an act of grace, not romance. George sat down at the head of the table while I told him of Jesus’ love for him. I told George that he was not forsaken.
I glanced around at the table, now filled with friends from motley areas of my life who have been questioning Jesus for years. They were crying because of the overwhelming presence of love. At the opposite end of the table, a girl pointed at George and demanded, “How can you guys accept him so easily after all that he has done?”
In my dream, I looked at her and said, “Because that’s what Jesus does.”
The real Jesus appeared in my dream last night to remind me that—smoking cloves, philandering, fighting, or not—none of us is excluded from His love. He came to set the George in each of us free.
Renee Ronika Klug wants people to be free to express themselves as God intended. She is an English professor, writer, and the founding editor of The Anthem Exposition, an online writing community for women to share their stories of having overcome any of life’s adversities. Renee, along with her composer husband and their two young daughters, recently uprooted life in Colorado to live by faith in her native Phoenix, Arizona.