Thursday, August 28, 2008

Politics and Your Weak Opinions

Democrats are flaming liberals, Republicans are rich conservatives! Ugh, does this exhaust anyone else besides me? Everyone has opinions, but why do we so oppose each other and try to get everyone not on our side of the opinion war to convert to our views?

Last Sunday I watched an open forum conducted by Saddleback Church pastor Rick Warren (see the story for yourself). It was an unbiased forum that asked each candidate similar and sometimes identical questions. What I liked most about this forum was that it was not a democratic or republican funded event; it was a man who loves Jesus asking questions to both sides. What I realized after the program is that my opinion is very screwed up and influenced by others. I like a lot of what Obama is about, but most of it is because I hear how much hope he can bring from the democratic party and poverty stricken people I love so much. The reason I originally didn’t like or care for McCain was because he was a republican who only cared about the rich and was an idiot, at least this is what I was told by others. After watching the forum I realized that I was able to get clear answers on important questions I have and for once able to have my own opinion of each candidate.

The problem with all this political stuff is it is not fair. I was telling a friend the other day about something and how I was reading fox news and she said, “I hate fox news!” I thought this was peculiar because hate is a strong word especially when aimed at a news station. So I asked why and she just said, “Because…well…they’re…” Oh, I see where this is going now I think to myself and offer to finish her sentence….”because they are conservative and thus republican?” I had some friends tell me the same thing about cnn as well. “Don’t watch that liberal crap, read real news and go to fox news!” Really? I’m just a little confused by all this. I was talking with a friend at the gym last night and telling him how I felt about this very thing and my reaction to the forum and he says, “Oh you just don’t want to vote for a black man.” He said it in jest but behind that is the very thin I cam getting at here. Behind our opinions is a deep resentment toward the opposing side. Why must we bash the republicans or democrats? Warren asked pointed questions to both candidates and I was surprised by McCain’s on point answers without hesitation. I was also surprised by Obama’s slippery way of dancing around several questions and never really giving an answer. I saw it as playing to a side or trying to win votes, trying to market himself more so he didn’t answer certain things. So I was shocked to realize that all these opinions I hear and have been fed are really not great. It was good for me to see for myself what each man thought about issues or how they answered questions.

So what I am saying is that we are all influenced by a ton of opinions that aren’t necessarily healthy and we should research for ourselves what each man thinks about specific things we are concerned with, not whether or not he is a democrat or republican. Don’t just go out and vote for Obama because you are a middle class African American voter, nor vote for McCain because you are a Bush supporter and republican to the core. Vote based upon your own opinion of how each candidate views specific issues that concern you. America is divided by this crap and it really makes me mad. So come on people, before you take strong Obama or McCain stance, think, research, consider for yourself, don’t just accept a media or majority opinion for your own, don’t adopt another view, have your own. I wish there were more forums like the one Warren hosted so more American’s could get answers to questions without all the fluff and persuasion.

P.S. Just a side note, I’m not into politics, my allegiance is with Christ and I don’t think he’d be a democrat or republican. So this article is truly written by someone who could care less about republicans or democrats, thus neither party being capitalized in this writing at all.

Loud Music, Rich Kid, and Sweat

A single drop of sweat trickled down my temple as I closed my eyes and put my hand over my heart, muscles tense, heart open, ears overwhelmed…

This is what it was like in the middle of hundreds of people with hands up, voices raised, and hearts wide open for Jesus at the Hillsong United concert I went to Tuesday night. I’ve written on this before, but worship is really hard for me, especially in corporate gatherings. The lyrics to one song called from the inside out explain it best, explain what I was feeling:

…the art of loosing myself in bringing you praise…
…I give you control, consume me from the inside out…

I often revel in what God has done with me up to this point in my life, sometimes even take pride in the things I’ve done for Him. The concert started and all these kids were really just letting loose and praising God and I stood there with my arms crossed looking around. Obviously I was impressed at this huge show of worship, but I felt myself analyzing and thinking about what everyone must be thinking about. Then I realized as I looked around that out of all the things I was willing to give up, my own pride was not one. I realized that I was so caught up in what someone would think if I sung or raised my hands that my focus was not on Christ at all, but myself. After coming to this hard reality I closed my eyes and experienced a wonderful night of worship that started with how this blog did.

We all know the story of the rich young ruler in Mark 10, the young man that went away sad from Jesus when he was told to give all he had away to the poor and follow Jesus. I’ve always thought I had a grasp on what that really looks like, what this walking away from wealth and following Jesus thing looks like. I always thought it was about money only. They played this clip of this group called compassion they are advocates for and my heart broke for Africa, it always has been soft for Africa, but this clip in the midst of all this worship really drove it home to me. As I sat there after the clip singing and praising God I started thinking about going to Africa then started thinking about how I’d meet my wife if I was in Africa, how I’d get a job if I came back to America afterwards, all these things and I realized that I was like the rich young ruler. I had kept all these things I knew the bible said, but was still holding onto my idea of wealth. My wealth is in what I think of as a family and ministry success. My wealth is in my appearance and what others perceive me as. Because of those things I see as wealth I was unable to begin my night in praise, I was so worried about everything else besides Him, Because of the wealth I let fears and what if’s impede my heart for Africa.

So what? What does all this mean? I think we all think of the wealth of the young rich ruler is tangible or always money. For me it is my mind and my dreams, my wealth is in what I think and dream about. For the first time in a long time Tuesday night I held my little hand over my huge heart and held my chin up towards the sky and prayed to God and I told Him to take it all, I told Him I wanted to get rid of all my wealth or my ideas of wealth and follow Him, meaning I’m willing to give up a family, a wife, a pastoral ship, an awesome new church, or new movement of Christ followers. Not that any of that is bad, but the fact that I hold on to them and am not willing to give them up is bad. Jesus blesses lives with many of the things I call my idea of wealth, but if I am not willing to give it up to Him I will walk away sad like the rich young ruler.

So the art of loosing myself in bringing Him praise was so real to me Tuesday night, I forgot about all the people around me, my sweaty forehead, how hot the room was, the cute girl in the back, whatever it was distracting me, I forgot about it and became lost in bringing Him praise. Oh how I long to get lost all the time like that, I pray I continue to allow myself to get lost in bringing Him praise! May you get lost in Him and loose yourself in order to bring Him praise. Being consumed from the inside out is more real to me from the inside because I can give it all up outwardly without skipping a beat, but it is my ideas of wealth in thought that I must give up and am willing to now. Consume us Lord; consume us from the inside out so we may walk away from all wealth or ideas or hopes of wealth in order that we may follow you.


So I went on vacation back to FL from 08/15-08/24 and here are some short stories and thoughts:

I flew back home for 10 days last week and was able to find a bit of rest and a bit of unrest and thought I’d just share. I flew into Tampa Fri Aug 15 around 10pm. When I landed my sister in-law picked me up from the airport. She was just getting back from a women’s conference, Women of Faith. We stopped by Taco Bell on the way back to their house and had a good laugh. I ordered what I always do, a number 2 (Chicken GSB with a Mountian Dew Baja Blast to drink). Well, I’m telling her what I want because I’m in the passenger seat and when I say Baja Blast she dies laughing and can’t pronounce it and says Waja and just is all thrown off by my choice of drink. It was pretty fun.

I woke up the next morning to my little niece saying, “Wake up Uncle Adam.” I’ll admit I’m a bit disappointed with this uncle Adam business. She used to call me Abu because she couldn’t say Uncle Adam. She is such a little soft spoken beautiful girl. Saturday morning my brother, Faith, and I packed up and went to the children’s museum. We spent 4.5 hours there. She is the age now where she is processing things like you she loves and how people are involved in her life, so it was cool to get hugs and kisses and getting told by my 3 year old niece, “Love you Uncle Adam.” I remember when she was just born, it seems like last week, but she is 3 now. It was awesome seeing and spending time with her. She is so stinkin’ smart too. She has this puzzle of the United States that is not sectioned off like most toddler puzzles and takes memory for where each state is. So as she puts this puzzle together she picks up Indiana and says Uncle Adam, because she knows that is where I live, she picks up Pennsylvania and says Lola because she knows that is where her Aunt Laura lives. She remembers where all the states go and names them as she puts them in to their appropriate spots. I was so impressed with her memory skills. Chris and I stayed up late Sat night debating our different views of faith and how to impact the world with it. Although we argue and sometimes may get angry, I always learn something from our conversations. Sunday morning Chris had a break down about not having new clothes…it was so funny because my brother is really laid back and doesn’t EVER freak out about stuff, but he did about not having clothes! So Sunday night after we got done with everything, Nicole and I sat in the room while he tried on everything in his closet and we told him yes or no. We organized his closet for him and went and bought him more clothes earlier in the day. Shopping with two of my best friends is hilarious. Chris was in the bathroom and when he came out we called him over to the jeans section and we just happened to be around the Lee section. “Heck No!” Chris says. So we die laughing telling stories about growing up having to wear jeans and how he was always husky and I was always in the slim sizes. It was so fun! Nicole, Faith, and I drove up to Jacksonville to avoid Tropical Storm/Hurricane Fay. On the way I bought her a Mickey Mouse stuffed animal toy doll thing and really hope she remembers that Uncle Adam got that for her. Out of all of it, I was so proud to see my brother and his wife live life as a great married couple and great parents.

Nicole dropped me off at the Bunso’s house when we got into Jacksonville. I was met at the door by Mariah and Isaiah who were all excited to see Uncle Adam. The Bunso’s are two of my closest friends. I lived with them when we first moved to Indianapolis and watched their kids grow from infants to toddlers. So we have a really close bond, like family except without the blood line being the same. It is always great staying up late with Carl and Danae telling stories, remembering things, and most of all just laughing. I really enjoy being around them. Tuesday morning I feel this little presence and warm breathe over my face. I open my eyes to see this beautiful little girl saying, “Uncle Adam, can I do arts and crafts?” I look at my phone to see what time it is…8 am. “Why, Mariah?” I respond. “Because I want to Uncle Adam.” How do you turn down that? So I get up at 8 and get her all set up in the kitchen to paint. Then this little tornado comes twisting through the kitchen and I realize the little wild man is Isaiah. “Tow me da ball Untle Adum,” he says. So as Mariah is in the kitchen painting Isaiah and I are playing baseball in the living room. This kid is an amazing little boy. Go to the Bunso’s blog page and watch a video of him playing basketball, truly amazing. He is just so athletic and coordinated to be so young. So I’m standing at the front door and he is close to the back door (probably a 30 foot distance. “Towittomenah,” He exclaims! Now Isaiah is funny because he isn’t too good on his R’s yet, but is actually very well spoken and speaks fast, so Throw it to me now comes out at one funny word. I over hand pitch this soft squeezable ball (that’s my justification for playing inside) to him and he consistently hits it, I mean he chokes up and everything, his hand eye coordination is better than most grown ups I know. Carl and I go to Bono’s for dinner while Danae and the kids were at the gym on night and had a great conversation about all kind of stuff. The one and only day I went to the beach was with Danae and the kids too. I took them out to the sand bar and we walked probably a good half mile looking in the water between the bar and shore for fish. All we could find was jelly fish, so I would scope them out and put them on the sand and we would just look at them, they thought it was so cool, then I’d push it back into the water fro where it came. So here I am in what feels like Heaven, walking down the beach with my niece and nephew loving life. I start looking up at the sky and it is overcast anyway, but I notice these huge dark heavy looking clouds coming towards us. So we high tail it back to where Dane was and right as we are getting on shore the wind starts picking up and the clouds are all around us. So we are running back to the truck as the winds are almost pushing us over. The kids must have thought we were all going to get blown away. Tuesday night Isaiah was getting sick and wanted me to sleep with him in his bed, it was so cute. I laid there and he would just whisper all kind of things, questions and then at one point he looks at me and just says, “I love you Untle Adum.” Heart warming indeed! Anyways, my time with the Bunso’s was awesome; I really enjoy connecting with their family because they are probably the closest people to me.

The Fam
I got some time to spend with Mom and other people in the family as well. I got to see my Nana. I love her so much! She is so sweet. I was able to go to the mall with Mom and it was good to just some time with me and her to talk a little. It’s always good to get some time in with Mom. Danny is so busy with school that we didn’t get to spend time together but we were able to hang out and watch movies late night though. I got to actually hang out with my sister and her boyfriend on the last weekend I was there. He is a cool cat. I hooked up his computer for hi man we got into some meaningful conversations. It’s nice to see my sister happy and with a godly man. I look forward to having as a part of our family.

Family of Strangers
I actually got to see my biological father and his family as well. I haven’t seen him in nearly 14 years. He left when I was little and we haven’t spoken since the last time I saw him in 1996. I had to work through this whole idea of forgiveness with him and once I was told he had been in the hospital with a brain bleed for 7 weeks, I had to take the opportunity to forgive him and try to reconcile that relationship. That is a whole book in itself. But it was good to see him and his family. It was interesting for sure, but good. So maybe they won’t be strangers and maybe one day we can have a “normal” relationship.

Well, as you can tell from my sections getting shorter and shorter I am a bit gased from writing this blog. In summing up the whole trip I’d say it was amazing to spend time with my family. The storm was there the entire time so I saw the sun one time the entire ten days I was there. I love my family and friends in Jax but realize God has me in Indianapolis, so I’m back on the grind here.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Upside Down & Backwards

If you were anywhere other than in a cave during the early 90’s you will remember the following words (or you’re a liar…LOL):

Upside down and inside outI'm about to show all you folksWhat's it's all aboutNow it's time for a brother to get on the micAnd make this mother party hypeI'm takeing it back to the old school'Cause I'm an old fool who's so coolIf you want to get downI'm gonna show you the way whoomp there it isLet me hear you say

Whoomp there it is

Whoomp chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chak a (repeat 4 times)

This makes me smile more than you know. What a brilliant little time on earth. I know you are laughing by now, who couldn’t be. If you’ve been to a wedding recently the words are probably still fresh on your lips, for some reason this has become a wedding reception party anthem. I was looking through a little coffee table book we have at our apartment the other morning. You know the nice books that no one ever opens but they sit on your coffee tables as if they are to be read? Well, I was bored so I decided to open one and came across something pretty brilliant. It was a book full of all of Leonardo De Vinci’s sketches. I really couldn’t understand the writing underneath or around his sketches though, which bothered me, and being the nerd that I am I decided to look it up. I found out Leonardo De Vinci wrote in Latin and in his sketches he wrote upside downs and backwards or upside down and inside out as our beloved Tag Team buddies would say. Upside down and backwards has stuck in my head until now. Typically that is how these writing you read come about, I think something random and it stays in my mind until I write about it. So I kept thinking, why can I not get this out of mind. It was beginning to drive me nuts until this weekend.

I was walking with a friend downtown and we were talking about our faith because he is going through a rough time right now and I said, “You know, I wish I had a simple answer for you, but it’s like out faith is upside downs and backwards, like living the life Jesus calls us to is upside down and backwards from anything our culture says.” Ding ding ding, we have a winner and all the red lights flashed, balloons fell from the heavens and you could here applause from the multitudes…Not really, but you get the point, that one little thought finally made sense. As I was thinking about it all, I thought about a friend who I work out with. We were walking up the stairs the other day and he always kind of make little comments about me being into God and has more recently been asking little questions, so last week we are walking upstairs to the basketball court and he asks, “Hey man, why is it so hard to do what God wants you to do, I’m serious?”

Love your enemy, give sacrificially, serve others before you lead, die to live, become last to become first, be humble to be elevated, store up your treasures elsewhere, do not covet others stuff, don’t hoard up possessions, forgive, love without boundaries…these sometime seem more like cute utopian thoughts than realities that we should be living. The mistake though is when smug Christians say that it is easy and act as if it is not hard to live the upside down and backwards kingdom life Jesus talks about. Just read what Jesus says:

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 5:3-12).”

Are you kidding me? Seriously? This could invoke a Homer Simpson remark, “Doh!” How in the world is that easy or even possible? The answer is it is possible but not easy. This is why the path behind Jesus is narrow, it is a tough thing to do, but it is the best (following Jesus). Because I know that the kingdom of God is upside down and inside out I’m about to show all you folks what it’s all about….woops, I got lost in that sweet old skool jam…lol. Seriously though, because Jesus calls us to walk in a way upside down and backwards from the world we live in, it makes me think about everything that I do that runs right in line with the world, like doesn’t skip a beat, what about all those things that look the same? Shouldn’t we seek to live upside down and backwards if that truly is the way of Jesus?

I pray you will join me in this journey towards becoming more and more like Jesus by following the narrow path that is upside down and backwards. May you seek to live it out in your world, not in a dogmatic, religious, ugly way, but a beautiful thing where others are drawn to this enigma of a lifestyle you live. Hate gravity and live upside down, resist the grain and go against it, go backwards. Be a moon walking Christian I say! May you seek to live this kingdom here!

Awkward Jesus

One night I was hanging out with some friends and two of them who were dating were arguing outside and we could here EVERYTHING. So they walk into the house and go upstairs to continue to talk. I look at one of my friends and he grins, tilts his head and squeaks out, “Awkward!” It was a like a bad ventriloquist was trying to make his puppet say awkward. It was hilarious and has become a classical funny moment thing to do when we are around each other.

I was walking down the street after leaving my local coffee shop and saw a head full of hair, a guitar case, and a bag full of things. I stopped and thought, “I know that hair, I know that guitar…” So I say, “Hey man, how’s it going?” This guy named Brad has been coming to Indy Metro off and on since the beginning. When my friend Matt & I met him we referred to him as AC/DC because he runs around downtown with his electric guitar on his back, old school leather jacket, and long hair, he is the essence of what it means to be in a hair band in the 80’s. He is a homeless guy that is always downtown. Living in the city you learn their names and frequent the same place s a lot, you cross paths a ton and eventually you come on a first name basis with them. Well, I knew his name was Brad so I said, “Hey man, how’s it going?”

The thing I love about people who are oppressed is that they never tell you what you want to hear, they tell you how they are, genuinely, they tell you how it is and don’t reply as if it is a rhetorical question. So he says that everything sucks and he really feels down. He goes on to explain how the coffee shop I love so much won’t allow him to come in a buy a coffee. So he gives me 2 dollars and asks if I will go buy coffee for him. Of course I do and tell him to keep his money. I bring his coffee back to him and he says, “Man, you’re the coolest, you efen rock.” I take those comments as a compliment. So I’m really torn up by seeing how people have made this guy (a creation that God loves just as much as the wealthy Christian) feel like dirt so I ask if I can pray with Him. Typically not what happens in the American Christian world, we typically say, I’ll pray for you,” go home and never make good on this offer. As weird as it felt on a Wed night to sit down on a bench with this guy that smelled not great and pray I decided it would be exactly what Jesus would want me to do. So as I prayed I poured my heart out for this man and begged God to allow him to feel affirmed by Him and know that He loves him. We open our eyes and lift our heads to live Jazz music and the smell of alcohol (Chatter box is across the street from where we were sitting) and for some reason it all seemed refreshing. “Hey man, you have a bible I can have?” I nervously think quickly of what to say because I do have my bible in my backpack but it is mine and has all my notes in it and I really don’t want to give this one away, so I respond, “You know, I live up the street and you can come over and get it.” He agrees and we march on to my apartment and on the way I realize that I have mad an entire crock pot full of chicken alfredo, so I offer him to come in and eat dinner with us (my roommate and I).

I serve him a bowl of food and bottled water and we talk for like an hour about Jesus, the bible, and how his life is going. After I was done eating (I’m always last because I eat slow) I stand up and saw, “Well man, I’m going to grab a shower, you want me to walk you out?” Silence…I wait for a bit and more silence… He looks up at me and asks if he can stay over. I look at Zach in the kitchen and he just shrugs. Yes. I said yes, can you believe it? So I say yes, allow him to get a shower and then we stay up like 3 more hours talking about Psalms he loves and what part of the bible he has been reading. I wake up the next morning after only a couple hours of rest (I stayed up after I went to my room just praising God for the opportunity to serve someone that probably looks and smells a lot like Jesus did) I get up to go to work and wake him up. I grab some breakfast and give him water and a couple pair of socks (the homeless need socks, so next time you go out and give them dry peanut butter sandwiches take some nice clean socks too).

After all this I can only think of one thing..

So I grin, tilt my head, and look too the sky and squeak out a long “Aaaaaaaaaaaawkward!”

What an awkward night, what an awkward exchange of lives, what an awkward thing to have a complete stranger sleep on my couch. Awkward but beautiful I say. The entire time, from walking from the coffee shop, praying with him on the bench, walking to my apartment, talking until late night, and waking up in the morning, all I could think about was this, “'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Often times we get so caught up in being Jesus to people, showing His love and such, but we miss out on the simple truth that maybe we are in the presence of Jesus the whole time. By doing the little bit God allowed me to do, to serve this man, I felt closer to Jesus than I do reading a daily devotional. Maybe this is because living the life Jesus calls us to live is a little awkward, it is uncomfortable, and requires a totally different way of thinking, a thought process that sees smelly, 80’s hair band dudes as people and not just bums, eyes that see pain injustice instead of cultural norms, ears that hear pain instead of an empty prayer request, and lives that stop, slow down enough to get involved in some awkward situations that bring the kingdom of God crashing down on a simple bench on a downtown corner somewhere.

Awkward is a beautiful thing in the kingdom of God. May you seek to see His kingdom here, may you seek to have these awkward moments, because in these moments, black and white words in an old book come alive and breathe. And that my friends is the way it should be isn’t it?

Monday, August 4, 2008

Chaotic Love

For those of you who have seen Batman, The Dark Knight, you share in my amazement at the most brilliant movie of the year. This isn’t said because I’m a comic book dork or in love with Christian Bale either, it is said out of a total appreciation for the deep plots interwoven in the movie by the director. I’ve waited to post this for a while now, but after seeing the movie for a second time, my thoughts were affirmed and I figure I should post before I forget. In one weird scene the Joker is beside Harvey Dent (Two Face) in the hospital and he goes on this rant about how people freak out when something doesn’t go according to their plans and how everyone has plans even if they are bad. He says, “You see, nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If I told people that a gangbanger was going to get shot, or a busload of soldiers was going to get blown up, nobody would panic. Because it's all part of the plan. But tell people that one tiny little mayor is going to die and everyone loses their minds!” This is not about condoning anarchy or being chaotic though, it is about seeing what everyone sees as chaos in the world, something so unplanned that we have been freaking out over it since it happened.

The religious leaders of the day (Pharisees & Priests) were really tight with the Roman soldiers. As long as they were making money from the temple the Roman soldiers would protect them and thus grant them a bit of power. Everything was planned. They used God’s law to oppress people because they themselves did not understand it. Everything was planned until a little baby threatened that alliance and greed driven plot. So now we start killing babies right?

If you are this then you get that, if you pay this, you get that, if you fit within this set of rules or factors, you will become or get a certain outcome, all very planned of course. We live in a world with a plan. Everything input has a very carefully calculated output. X = Y= Z…always! Love is the same way. You can earn love, you can loose it, you can return it, you can reject it, but non of that Is possible without a cause, everything that deals with love has a cause, a reason for that love. God came into a world that had great plans and systems and introduced something that went in the face of our plans or systems. God offered unconditional love. This is something we cannot understand and since have been tripping over ourselves because of. You are loved if you are blank…by human standards. By God’s standards there is no if in the sentence, there is no stipulation to the contract of love. A man who killed his wife and little girl is loved as much as a man who goes to church and tithes every Sunday to his local church congregation. This doesn’t sit right with us because it goes against our plan, our set of rules we have deeply rooted and thus become accustomed to. We don’t give money to homeless because what if they buy alcohol? We don’t do things because what if they don’t go according to our plans. The beautiful and uncomfortable thing about God is that He crushes our plans and allows us brief yet powerful views into His. It doesn’t matter what if happens, we are called to love, love with out the chain or conditions.

Jesus was a rebel; He came into a conditional world and offered something unconditional. He walked into the middle of a well planned society and introduced something that didn’t fit well within our plans. Unlike the joker the outcome of this LOVE CHAOS is good and not intended for bad. It’s beautiful to find truth in ordinary things like a movie and unordinary things like fictitious man men villains. Introduce a little chaos into the world, introduce a LOVE that goes aginst the plan or rules we have set, introduce a little Jesus to the world and watch it change.

Dorm Room Jesus

I’m bored at work and start flipping through my usual sites where I find cool stuff to read. I come across this article ( click on the word ARTICLE)read it, and once you have dried your eyes and collected yourself continue to read this.

Wow right? That’s about all I could say as I wiped the tears from my eyes too.

Isn’t this what the whole experience is about? It was this beautifully authentic girl named Christa that just couldn’t stop talking about how God changed her that brought another girl to know Jesus, right on time. I wonder how often people see this in me? Do people see my deep passion for Christ and do they get a desire to want to know Him as well. I pray I can have this kind of influence on people in my generation and I pray I can live to see my statistically awful generation know Jesus and spread His truth through lifestyle and relationships. That’s beautiful, that’s life conquering death, that’s Jesus Christ lived out in a dorm.