So I know it doesn’t take much effort to make a blog post out of someone else’s words, but I have two reasons for doing this:
2) Why reinvent the wheel? If it’s been said just point people to the source.
I honestly do not know what the Lord is doing in my life. I know some of the small details, but I have no idea where this ship is steering nor the reason for the cast off in the first place.
I have been following Christ for around seventeen years, so why do things have to get awkward now? I now have a family, a home, and a good job. Things are clicking; I am “successful” and have arrived!
I am living the American dream! My dream.
But I want more! Or something else. I’m hardly satisfied. So what does this mean? What’s wrong with me?!
Either I’m ungrateful (very possible) OR the “American Dream” is an IMPOSTER, a soulless car salesman feeding off of my fears and legitimate desires for fulfillment as it peddles shallow narcissism under the guise of “success,” “happiness,” or “need.”
For approximately two years now I have been on this slow, sloppy, sobering, but sanctifying journey where God is kind of wrecking me!
For those that have known me longer than two years, the very fact that I have a blog where I am publicly referencing The Message translation is a huge example of this! Who am I and what am I doing? I don’t really know much anymore, but I can’t wait to see what God is producing! (Phil. 1:6)
This song has been the soundtrack of my life for these past two years. Enjoy and yet be warned!!!
This passage below, Philippians 3 (yes, from The Message!), has really been speaking to me lately. The highlights will give insight to where I have been and where I am going, the current journey and dilemma.
And that’s about it, friends. Be glad in God! I don’t mind repeating what I have written in earlier letters, and I hope you don’t mind hearing it again. Better safe than sorry—so here goes.
Steer clear of the barking dogs, those religious busybodies, all bark and no bite. All they’re interested in is appearances—knife-happy circumcisers, I call them. The real believers are the ones the Spirit of God leads to work away at this ministry, filling the air with Christ’s praise as we do it. We couldn’t carry this off by our own efforts, and we know it—even though we can list what many might think are impressive credentials. You know my pedigree: a legitimate birth, circumcised on the eighth day; an Israelite from the elite tribe of Benjamin; a strict and devout adherent to God’s law; a fiery defender of the purity of my religion, even to the point of persecuting the church; a meticulous observer of everything set down in God’s law Book.
The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I’m tearing up and throwing out with the trash—along with everything else I used to take credit for. And why? Because of Christ. Yes, all the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant—dog dung. I’ve dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. I didn’t want some petty, inferior brand of righteousness that comes from keeping a list of rules when I could get the robust kind that comes from trusting Christ—God’s righteousness.
I gave up all that inferior stuff so I could know Christ personally, experience his resurrection power, be a partner in his suffering, and go all the way with him to death itself. If there was any way to get in on the resurrection from the dead, I wanted to do it.
I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.
So let’s keep focused on that goal, those of us who want everything God has for us. If any of you have something else in mind, something less than total commitment, God will clear your blurred vision—you’ll see it yet! Now that we’re on the right track, let’s stay on it.
Stick with me, friends. Keep track of those you see running this same course, headed for this same goal. There are many out there taking other paths, choosing other goals, and trying to get you to go along with them. I’ve warned you of them many times; sadly, I’m having to do it again. All they want is easy street. They hate Christ’s Cross. But easy street is a dead-end street. Those who live there make their bellies their gods; belches are their praise; all they can think of is their appetites.
But there’s far more to life for us. We’re citizens of high heaven! We’re waiting the arrival of the Savior, the Master, Jesus Christ, who will transform our earthy bodies into glorious bodies like his own. He’ll make us beautiful and whole with the same powerful skill by which he is putting everything as it should be, under and around him.
This song below is something I encountered in my late teens. The lyrics gripped me by the collar, but “life happened” and now I’m in the struggle of my life: the refusal to accept that the time to dream is over!
* Enjoy the awesome sideburns and ponytail! *
A ship on a voyage could sink in the deep.
A ship in the shallow could crack on the reef.
But only ashore is it safe where it is built
And only ashore is it useless.
Imagine the world without romance,
Imagine the world without music,
Imagine the world without someone imagining.
A dreamer sees a wall that holds us where we are,
And sees it a worthy ladder to climb.
If man would not ever have noticed the sky,
The ground might have seemed unscalable.
Jesus, be my rudder, be the wind within my sail,
I cannot make myself pretend to be afraid to fail.
Take me past familiar waters, to a place so deep,
It reserves itself for the eyes of those who dream.