Does God Hold His Nose When He Gets Close to Us?

I'm down in the tunnel sweating along with the others in NYCUP, waiting for the train to arrive. I hear the rushing screeching attempts to stop as the bring light comes shooting down the tracks, and a gust of hot metal radiates through the air.  The train stops. Air conditioning. Finally. A relief from the heat, we enter a subway cart that was nearly empty.

Along the ride I chatted with my fellow interns, just going about my business, and dozing in and out of sleepiness, for I lacked on waking up in time for a good non-rushed cup of hot coffee, as normal. My hand began to reach to clench my nose. An unpleasant smell had rushed up my nostrils and filled the space around. I looked around. A woman sat lonely and isolated at the end of the cart. Jonathan approached her with a friendly smile and helpful resources, out of his love for Christ.

The subway came to a stop and we crowded around J Wal to hear his prophetic rhetoric. "Does God hold his nose when he gets close?" A statement I personally will never forget.

Helping homeless people, kids with disabilities, and working with people in general is always okay when it's comfortable correct? Justice is not always comfortable. That is pure truth. Have I been put in uncomfortable situations and encounters since I've been here? Of course. But when it comes down to being extremely uncomfortable, I hold my nose. 

Is that the love of God?
No.
Of course not.

Just because something is uncomfortable to me for the slightest moment in my tiny little puzzle piece moment of GODS big plan, I cut off contact from it so I can remain at homeostasis.

Convicted.

So convicted.

Joy.

Peace.

Love.

and

Forgiveness.

Is granted by the savior himself, as he has revealed a situation I could only imagine remaining in filth and guilt has turned to beauty and learning experience.

I sit here and realize that I am just as filthy and if not worse smelling in my spirit than that woman who sat isolated on the bus.

All my sin.

My lies.

My hurtful truths.

My lack of discipline

In spite of all of this God never holds his nose and is always close to me.