“Don’t you know that your bodies are parts of Christ?… Or don’t you know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you? Don’t you know that you have the Holy Spirit from God, and you don’t belong to yourselves? You have been bought and paid for, so honor God with your body.” -1 Cor 6:15-20
“Don’t you know that your body is a part of Christ?” I find that phrase chilling.
Currently, a part of Jesus is sitting in a chair at a desk, typing away on a Macbook… A part of Jesus lives in a comfortably-sized one bedroom apartment in California. Continue reading
I love books. I love exploring a new book, rereading an older book, or even reading books about other books.
So many things have been said in this world. And as I embark on my adult life, I wonder if there is anything left to say.
And I wonder what God would say to this world. Would it be new? Old? Somehow both at the same time? What would he say to us if we gave him a pen (or keyboard)?
I live in an apartment complex overrun by Google employees, as their headquarters are just down the road. Evening hot tub conversations center around tech giants, promising startups, and the merits of the newest gadget.
As of Wednesday, that is the iPhone 5.
But despite that even bigger retina display for our everyday technological needs, I don’t think we’re seeing any clearer here in Silicon Valley.
I am a fraud.
At least that’s how I feel most of the time. As I pull up to my office, apartment, or school and take a deep breath before stepping out of the car – I think I know what no one else knows: I should not be doing this.
I work at a church as a college minister, which, for the record, is the coolest job ever. But if I’m honest with you, I often think maybe God picked the wrong person for the task. I am young, female, and not all put together. Sometimes my apartment is really messy, my car is worse, and my faith is running on empty. It seems to me that there has to be someone out there more polished. One of those people who has this crazy life under control. God should pick one of them to do this.
But, for reasons unknown, God called me.
That is what I have in common with Moses. It’s what we all do. Here’s a quick peak into Moses’ call:
There was a time when I was not here. Hard to fathom, I know. At least, it’s pretty hard for me to fathom. I have read a few history books in my day, but it’s still difficult to imagine a world before now. A world without me.
As it turns out, I am not the main character in this story. Someone else is. Someone grand. Someone amazing. Someone a whole lot bigger than me. This story that’s written in history books and on ancient papyrus, that’s embedded on each of our hearts, isn’t about us. It’s about God.
In the beginning, God created. At the end, God renews the earth and comes to live with his people. In the middle, God saves the day.
I have meandered through the idea of writing a blog for some time now. When a great topic jumps up in front of me, inspiring and fresh, a new post can just flow from my fingertips. But when I need to scrap for ideas under the rocks outside my front door (where a good one is yet to be found), I easily become discouraged.
Attempting to solve my dilemma, I signed up for a free e-course by writer Jeff Goins on blogging. His second lesson describes the need for a blog to have focus. Jeff asks his new pupils to consider what they truly have passion for.
As you may have read in my last post, this question often leaves me perplexed. In a world where young people are supposed to follow their dreams, I am not entirely sure what mine are.
So I sat in my chair, pen and notepad in hand, and I started listing things that might be my passion. Continue reading
Around here, everyone is looking for passion.
Interviewers seek passionate employees. Hollywood tells stories of passionate love. And every new freshman is told to follow their dreams. Problem is, sometimes the yellow brick road is easier to find.
We all want to spend time with God. And we all, somehow, have trouble doing it.
We’ve heard sermons on why it matters, listened to stories from friends about how it helped their day, and had some great experiences reading and praying ourselves. So what’s the problem? Why is it so hard for us who follow God to meet with Him daily?
I’ve struggled with this off and on for years. I absolutely love studying the Bible and talking to God. I work in ministry – so I’m reminded daily that without God, I’ve got nothing. With all my starting, stopping, and stumbling along the way, I have learned some things. These days, I know more about how to reset myself when I realize that my time with God has fallen out of my daily rhythms. Again.
I read the Bible for a living. And for school. In small groups, big groups, and alone at my desk. And I read it on my couch in the morning, because I need to.
In a startling display of mental alertness, I actually noticed something. Among all the Old Testament wars, demanding prophets, and tales of an astoundingly miraculous man, something keeps repeating. Or rather, someone keeps repeating Himself. Over and over he says the same thing: Come.
Come and see. Come back. Come to the water. Return to me with all your heart.