It’s all about relationships. Whether you are a professing Christian or an unbeliever, you cannot refute the solemn principle that your life is filled with a culmination of various relationships. These relationships can be healthy and constructive, or unhealthy and detrimental. The essence of these relationships hangs in a constant state of flux. The Bible’s entire essence stands firmly on the principle of relationships.
I was making decisions way outside my comfort zone, felt pretty incompetent to be honest, and wasn’t very certain I was making the right decisions. I was under immense pressure and that week I still had to teach, which I love to do, but was honestly the last thing I wanted to do. I really just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Do you ever find yourself saying things like, “I should be sharing the gospel with more people, but I just don’t. I should be more thankful for and amazed by the life-giving sacrifice of Jesus, but I’m just not. I should be more confident and secure in my identity and self-worth in Christ, but I’m just not”?
We, at STG find value and purpose in exposing people Jesus. We believe that Jesus can be found in our stories – both in the victories, and the struggles. And through the courage and vulnerability of men and women to share their stories, we can learn how to become better followers of Christ.
I know it’s not Christmas, but I can’t stop thinking about those 3 words: God with us.
God leaving his holy dwelling, putting on flesh, to dwell among us, to enter in to our mess, our need.
Unlike any other religion, Christianity has a God that is both transcendent and immanent. He is beyond our understanding, beyond our finite thinking, and yet intimately involved in every detail, and with us in every part of our life.
Being a parent is not for the faint of heart. Everyday my husband and I are faced with this unique job to shepherd, train, influence, and teach our 3 girls. While we are grateful that our children have all verbally committed their lives to Christ, we realize that their spiritual journey is just beginning. And at the risk of sounding a bit heretical, I need to say we don’t want Christian kids…
Right before Christmas last year I wrote about Joy. I must admit that when I wrote that blog post, our family was in a state of joy – I mean the outward kind. Our youngest daughter and her family were doing well, we were looking forward to the marriage of our oldest daughter, we would all be together for Christmas, and my husband and I had celebrated 31 years of marriage. All was right with the world. It’s not that I did not have that deep abiding joy in Christ . . . I did. But admittedly, its easier when everything in your life is lining up. We had been through many things as a family where the abiding joy in Christ had been all we had, but now, everything was going great. We were in a mountain season! As a mom, I finally felt that our daughters were settled, that any struggles they had growing up had made them strong and ready to go through life, and I had that feeling of settling in. Of stability. Of peace. Of joy on many fronts.
I am typically a non-fiction kind of girl. However, on vacation I’m always jonesing for the latest mindless fiction phenom. One summer, after a little research, I downloaded the bestselling and highly acclaimed book, “50 Shades of Grey”. Very early in the book I began to realize that this was basically pornography in written form.
Accomplishing my long list of chores rarely gets me any recognition praise or glory. In fact these to-dos are expectations. They are in my job description, what I signed up for, what my role is in our family. But I admit, I often feel unappreciated, unnoticed and taken for granted. And I deserve to be thanked. Or do I?
Do you ever look around and wonder if what we see on the outside of others is truly who they are? We walk around and see smiles plastered on faces that are so used to answering the question of “How are you?” with “I’m good/fine, how are you?”
I sometimes wonder if anyone every really answers that question honestly anymore. Myself included.