Crazy Like a Fool–What happens when we forget who God really is and what he really does for us.


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I was talking to Kevin Smith today, one of those young, intellectual Bible School students that roam the campus where I work.

In the middle of our conversation, I heard voices outside my office window.

Considering I have a stunning view of the student parking lot, I didn’t pay much attention.

Finally, Kevin said, “that sounds like you outside.”

I smirked.

Perfect opportunity to show off my wit.

“Oh, yes,” I said slyly, with a lift of one eyebrow and a lowering of the other. (Not easy, but I practice.)

“That’s me.”

I paused for dramatic effect and to give my eyebrows a chance to level out, “I’ve learned to split myself in two. Much more efficient that way.”

I’d like to say that Kevin was impressed, even astonished.

Of course, I’d like to say a lot of things.

To be honest, the words, “crazy talk” did come up in the conversation.

  • So, sue me for talking a little crazy talk, Kevin.
  • Convict me in a court of law for trying to be hip and cool like you despite my advancing years.

Fact is, we all talk big sometimes. At home, at work. even in Church.

Especially in church.

I’ve been known to throw around a little

  • Praise the Lord, hallelujah.
  • I believe, brother, I believe.
  • Look at me, I am blessed.

That’s wonderful.


  1. I strut my faith around like I sewed it together with my own hands.
  2. I act like every thread of my holiness has been spun by my precious little fingers.

Then, it’s crazy talk.

It gets even crazier if some pitiful soul comes to us, holding their  shattered faith in their hands and I just shake our heads.

“Just believe,” I grin because I am so glad I didn’t end up like them. I smirk as if the glory of my salvation was all up to me.

All. Up. To. Me.

Now, that’s just crazy like a fool.

  1. We cannot save ourselves.
  2. We cannot justify ourselves.
  3. We cannot sanctify ourselves.

The battered soul with his pitiful collection of doubts and fears is more honest than we are.

Don’t take my word for it.

Ask Paul.

A tough guy. A get-to-the-point-and–get–it-done spiritual leader.

He didn’t mess around when he wrote his second letter to the Corinthian Church.

“…I delight” he said,

  • “in weaknesses,
  • in insults,
  • in hardships,
  • in persecutions,
  • in difficulties,”

News alert – This was not some reality show set in 55 A.D.

Paul was simply laying down the truth, one word at a time.

“For, when I am weak,” he said, “then I am strong.”

We all are.

Strongest when we need God the most.

Most powerful when we hold on to hope so hard our nails turn white and our fingers start to cramp.

Most sane when we have no where else to look to but up to the heavens.