Three years ago

Three years ago today I wrote these words:

I have friends who are like family to me and they’re moving to the other side of the world for the sake of the Gospel.  They don’t just say they believe in Jesus and His mission.  They have sold their house and all their possessions and, with their 5 month old baby in tow, they’re running full speed to a pretty dangerous place.

Wronged by Jesus

I had coffee with a friend a few weeks ago who is feeling a little failed by God.  She’s been praying for God to do something (a super awesome glorifying thing) for awhile, and He hasn’t done it.  She knows the right answers, but the question is quivering in her heart: why has Jesus refused this request?

I just wrapped up a class on singleness, and I could hear the whisper of a similar cry threaded through the comments we received: why has Jesus done this?  Why has He given us desires He won’t satisfy?  Why does it feel like He set us up to fail?

Two things I don’t thank God for

I like this Thanksgiving thing. I like the idea of specific days when you remember and reflect and consider and thank.

I always start my thanksgiving in the usual obvious place: being thankful to God.  I thank God for all that He has given to me, for all that He has done in me; through me.

You know what I realized this morning as I was reading Luke 22?  There are a couple of things I don’t tend to thank God for:

  1. I don’t tend to thank Him for the painful conviction and broken repentance that followed the moments when I denied Him and exchanged Him for the fleeting pleasures of this world.

No more excuses

Part of the impetus for spiritual bootcamp was “no more excuses.”

The thing about great gifts like the Bible is that it’s easy to take them for granted.  You get so used to them you feel no urgent need to exploit them.  They become paper weights on your night stand.  You assume they will be there waiting for you when you finally hit a season that magically offers both the time and the inclination to dive deeper than you ever have.

Spiritual Bootcamp

In late July I spent time with a friend of mine, (who we will call Joe Smith). ‘Joe’ can only characterized as strangely steady and joyful in all circumstances.  He’s not Jesus.  He’s not perfect, but he definitely has a unique undivided focus and obsession for the kingdom of God.  He has an appetite for God that leaves me feeling inspired and convicted.

I walked away from our time together with a renewed passion to spend more of my life submerged in God’s word.  But, as with most things, a lack discipline meant that when the first wave of distraction broke over me, that desire got washed away.