Ridgecrest, AshevilleIt all clicks now. He doesn't need me. My weakness makes His power perfect. Well, that's a relief. It's also mind-blowing and scary. You see, my eyes were opened a couple weeks ago when I retreated into the snowy mountains for a weekend with Mom and Dad's Sunday school class. Bert, the teacher and incredible leader of the class, simply said "It's not about you," I'm embarrassed to say that I was stunned. What do you mean that my life is not about me?
The Bible, when studied correctly, shows me that God sent His Son not first and foremost to save ME from MY sins. He sent His Son so that His plan could be accomplished. Without blood, there would be no free gift. There would be no redemption nor grace.
To steal from Bert, "We exist as a community to spread a passion for Christ in such a way that His word becomes the food and daily nourishment for learning and living the God-centered life. A life in which we are transformed by the power of the Spirit, by seeing the face of God in the Lord Jesus Christ!"
If I look back over the course of this year, how excited have I been for Christ? I can get excited so easily while watching a close UNC basketball game and proudly sport my Carolina badge, but why am I not jumping up and down about something that is FREE and EVER-LASTING? I'll, with no reservation, send a YouTube link to friends that has me on the floor laughing, but why can I not tell my own family members about the good news of Christ?
Paul says to be unashamed and to be boast proudly in the Lord. Why am I so quiet?
Loved hearing from you, Megan!! You can babysit our four anytime. Will you be home this summer? Send me your email address again sometime. I am making something for Macall and I would love to have you do something for it. Hope to see you soon. Sorry we missed you at church last week. xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteyou updated. my life is complete.
ReplyDeleteand blog posts like this are why we're friends. love you may may.