Posts Tagged ‘Christian’

Trusting God entirely

Thursday, June 2nd, 2011

I was reading Luke 12 vs 22-34 and it began to stir something in my heart. That’s Christian talk for it got me thinking and the thinking was influenced by God. Here’s the paragraph from the New King James Version:

 

22 Then He said to His disciples, “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. 23 Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. 24 Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? 25 And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? 26 If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? 27 Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 28 If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith? 29 “And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. 30 For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. 31 But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you. 32 “Do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. 33 Sell what you have and give alms; provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches nor moth destroys. 34 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

 

It’s a pretty well known scripture for those that have been in the Church for a while and yet I don’t think it’s been seen for all it is. Most preachers would use this to teach not to worry and to trust God, which is great, but I think there’s more to this passage.

 

Jesus isn’t just talking about not worrying and trusting him for the little things in our lives, I think Jesus is challenging us to go even further than that.

 

Verse 33: Sell what you have and give alms; provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches nor moth destroys.

 

Sell what I have? How will I live? I need to work, to save, to build up great wealth, to have a house, a car and a yapping dog behind my electrified fence. I personally feel this is a challenge to give as much as I can, not just a percentage, but everything to those in need.

 

I’ve been debating the purpose of life with myself and bounced some of my ideas off my atheist friend. When asked what his drive was in life, he said he wanted to better humanity. Has that worked so far? Recently I watched a documentary on some men from the Sudan, who had never even used electricity, move to New York and begin to live in the US. The light switch alone was fascinating to them. After a few years they spoke to them again and the wonders of our better world had only made their lives worse. They were now working most of the time, they had piles of bills to pay and they were juggling the intense schedule the modern world creates. If that’s the purpose of your life, it’s not looking so good.

 

I would argue life is not worth living if it’s in a Godless world. That world would have no purpose. If my purpose is to serve God, to be his hands in the world, to love and help others – not just Christians, then how do I do that? Clearly this verse tells me stocking up wealth is futile. Perhaps the challenge is to live in that danger zone. The zone any reasonable accountant would never get anywhere near, living from day to day. Relying on God alone to provide and not stocking up. Imagine that. Imagine never being held down by possessions. Imagine giving away the majority of your pay check the moment it arrives because there’s no need to stock up. God will provide.

 

Is this thought so out there? We talk about it, but we’re too scared to drop our safety net we’ve built up and rely solely on God. I feel challenged by this. I believe it takes a real connection with God to know when the right time is to give and when the right time is to build up in the expectation of giving. It’s gotten me excited to get out there and earn some money so that I can put it into practice. But perhaps I can give God other things to work with while I’m a student. What about my time? What about my skills? The possibilities are endless. If I stop worrying about doing well according to the worlds check list and start helping God with his, my life has a purpose. My life is now worth living.

 

Meet Logan

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

I was going through some old videos on my computer this morning and found this video. If you haven’t heard it before, this little boy’s story will break your heart, and highlight the amazing work God did at the cross. God doesn’t only talk to preachers, in fact God would rather talk directly to you.

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Jumbled thoughts of a Christian Teenager 2

Friday, March 27th, 2009

School CorridorI’m finding it more and more difficult to not be ‘deep’ about everything lately. I think I’m just realising how the consequences of our actions, no matter how small, are huge. I was chatting to some classmates in a lecture recently and the subject of ‘religion’ came up. I mentally rolled my eyes, if that makes sense, as the very mention of the word irritates me. The word religion has come to mean some section of your life that you devote to a god or cult or something similar. What I believe is so much more than that.

I know the one and only God. How awesome is that? But how do you tell somebody everything they understand is wrong? I know only God can save somebody but what do you do in that situation, and God’s giving you nothing? You don’t want to move on because this is exactly what life is about. You either live it with God or without him, that’s it. That decision will build that person’s life starting immediately.

Some people just don’t get it. Once you’ve done what God has told you your hands are clean of responsibility for that person’s life, that’s what the Bible says. But these are my friends; I don’t want to see them go to hell. If I could, I would literally hit them with a Bible if I knew it would help them wake up and see the truth! Unfortunately for me God doesn’t work like that.

GlobeTonight I went to home cell, that’s basically a meeting of people from the church who get together in their homes to talk about God. One of the guys had just gotten back from a trip to Mozambique and he was telling us some amazing stories he had heard. As I listened I felt so disconnected, like I was living such a different life. I wanted to jump into the next car and go wherever and tell people about God. Yet, in my own lectures there are people who are so dead inside. They have the world but no soul.

Now I’m not discrediting anything churches are doing in other countries, God is running the attack plan here, not us, so wherever he tells you to go, GO!  It does make you think though. What am I ignoring that’s happening right in front of me? If these guys can talk about the rubbish they get up to why don’t I tell them what I got up too?

These are totally different worlds, poverty where God is substituted for witchcraft and ‘traditional’ nonsense, and then wealth were money, drugs and other idols are controlling people. We are called to be a light to the world, from our backyard to the middle of nowhere. It’s a hectic command. And as scared as I may be, with God on my side I want to get out there and see his miracles, not hear about them.

Experimentation

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

ExperimentationExperimentation. Over the last month I have began to loath that word from the very core of my being. A Google definition search pulled up the following:

experiment: the testing of an idea; “it was an experiment in living”; “not all experimentation is done in laboratories”

An experiment in living? That needs some clarification. What does that mean? When we grow up we are taught the difference between right and wrong, most people essentially think they’re good people and boy do they not have a clue.

“Come on bro, you never drink? We have to get you drunk sometime.”

Please excuse the verbal attacks that will follow. Are you mentally handy capped, retarded, stupid, dropped as a baby, or just blind?

“Ah, you’ll never know what it’s like until you try.”

Buddy, you’ll never know how great it feels to have a truck roll over your head until you try either, that doesn’t mean I’m going to do it. Forget all the normal logical and spiritual reasons for just staying away from alcohol to be safe, why would I ever want to put myself in such a venerable state? I can’t even trust you to look after your own life, let alone mine.

You see, what people just don’t seem to be picking up is that every decision you make today, and every stupid thing you do will affect your entire life in some way. It will shape you as a person, put you into almost unbreakable habits and lead you down paths that would cause your seven year old self to run away screaming if they saw you.

It’s not the kids of today, or the people of today. It’s been happening for centuries. We make the same stupid mistakes our parents made, and one day you’ll sit and tell your kids not to do what you did. When they do it, you’ll probably sit back and say – ah let them experiment.

Hello! That’s not how this deal works bud. It’s not just an experiment; it’s a decision to engage in whatever activity against your better judgement just for… That’s just it, I don’t know why? Why do people take drugs? Why do people smoke? Why do people drink excessively? Why, why, why? I just don’t understand the logic, reasoning, stupidity, whatever you want to call it that’s involved.

Don’t blame it on divorce, television, poverty or anything like that – those aren’t the reasons. I guess it’s just a lack of God in their life. No light means dark.

Today I got told that one of my younger former friends was now experimenting in smoking stuff. The way he’s been going I’m not surprised but it still made me so sad. I can’t even imagine what God must feel. He’s wasting his life on something he knows isn’t right.

I’m a person who really enjoys spending time with young people, but as they get older most change in ways that just make you so sad. They forget God, they ‘experiment,’ they loose who they are in a world that encourages compromise and rejects truth. Maybe that’s why I love young people; they are uncorrupted, open, honest and free. But unless they choose to stay that way, and most don’t, they become the so called good people of today. People that are so caught up in the nothingness of their lives that they don’t even know right from wrong anymore.

I’m not trying to judge other people, because I’m just as susceptible to doing wrong in different ways. In fact if I don’t check myself I easily fall in to the trap of thinking I’m a good person when that’s not what it’s about. God first, life second. That’s how it should always be. If you don’t believe me, try it, you just might find this is the last experiment you’ll ever need.

God means life, love, eternity, happiness, completeness. He makes you want to be a better person all the time. I am a very judgemental person by nature; I look at people and often accurately sum them up at face value. What I’ve learnt to do is see what I don’t like and instead of judging them look at myself and say, do I do that? Am I like that? If I am then it needs to be sorted out, if not then thank God for that and move on.

People often say they just can’t stop sinning in a particular way. My first question is do you really want to stop? The difficulty is not in stopping the action; it’s in the reasoning behind the action. How badly do you not want to do it? That’s what you should be correcting, that’s the root of the problem. If you don’t want to change for the better than nobody can force you, but it’s a shame that your life would have been wasted when there is so much more to find.

What God Can Do With “57 Cents”

Friday, February 27th, 2009

CentsA sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was “too crowded.”

“I can’t go to Sunday School,” she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kind hearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.

As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: “This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.”

For two years she had saved for this offering of love.  When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.

He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.

A newspaper learned of the story and published it. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.

Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00–a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.

Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday School time.

In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russel H. Conwell, author of the book, “Acres of Diamonds”

This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.