I want to start writing again.
i want to know how many people have the same thing as me, and if you do anything with it
weirdly enough I was having a conversation about this like an hour ago
how does anyone not have music stuck in their head just constantly
All I hear is the drums
There’s a lot of tumblr fighting and it makes me sad.
Lord, give me the heart and eyes for prayer.
However painful that process will be.
There’s just so much that’s said, so much being written, so many words and concepts and emotions and verses being thrown around as we talk about what Christianity is all about. There’s stuff about sin and atonement and all these big words most Christians throw around and don’t really understand. Let’s break this down, shall we?
TL;DR: God loves you, but you got separated from him. Jesus died so that he could make that right, but you have to make a choice.
It’s always a celebration when a child is born.
I had a friend who said he had a fantasy of running into a delivery room as a child was born, and shouting “he’s dying!” Now, he’s a father. I don’t think he ever acted on that dream.
We celebrate at a new child. Pictures get hundreds of Facebook likes and comments, friends and family visit, pictures are taken of a beautiful mother and her gorgeous, albeit wrinkly, child.
It was a celebration when you were born. And it was a celebration when you were born again.
Maybe it was like a conference I was at, a conference of hundreds, when tens of lights shone in a darkened room, signaling their acceptance of Jesus as Lord. The room erupted in shouts of joy and celebration.
Maybe it was at a revival, your face lost in the masses of people coming to receive Christ, the Christians silent, having already been desensitized.
Or maybe you were alone in your room, crying, submitting yourself to God whilst the ghosts of disapproval of your father and mother threatened to tow you under.
God celebrates at His new child. He runs, arms outstretched, even if occasionally the silence drowns out the sound of millions of angels and saints rejoicing over your unseen resurrection.
But then there’s today. Maybe you don’t feel right with God. Maybe you’ve sinned. Maybe you’re sensing that you’re walking away from God.
But maybe being born again isn’t a one-time deal. Maybe God not only saves us once, but again and again and again. Maybe Christianity is about “God saves,” but also about “God is saving.”
What if our default is still to reject God? That after years of being a Christian, I am still prone to leave him?
Maybe then, each day I try to live for him is a miracle. Maybe each day you try to follow him is another unseen resurrection, a wonder that today, you live for Christ.
Maybe God is celebrating you again today.