This is not what I originally wanted to post. I had an elegant little blog ready for today. It was supported by a few bible verses & it was both challenging and inspiring. I was very proud of it :)
Unfortunately, it’s going to have to wait for another day.
You know, my first post (March 6th) was really from the heart. It’s not the most eloquent thing I’ve ever written, but I meant it. Now part of me wishes that I had just kept my big mouth shut.
My whole life I’ve loved inspiring stories. My favorites are about people who despite all odds do what God tells them. In fact, it was the life of Martin Luther that inspired me to get to the bottom of this whole God/Jesus/Salvation thing.
But no matter how inspiring, challenging or uplifting… all the testimonies, all the songs, all the emotional moments you have when you say in your heart “I will follow”… all these fade very quickly when you’re actually called to take your first step.
While I can’t divulge all the details, I was called to take my first step last night somewhere between 2 & 2:04 am. All of the mumbo-jumbo I’ve been speaking about discipleship and following Jesus was staring me in the face. It wasn't just words anymore. I was being called to action.
In my last blog, I was so enthusiastic about writing… “The choice. The choice to follow is the only duty of the disciple. The decision to give Jesus all… and He’ll take care of the rest”… but I didn’t fully realize that in choosing to follow, you’ve got to leave everything else behind.
While you’re zealous & inspired this may not seem like much of a choice. After all, ‘Jesus is everything! He’ll take care of all your needs! He is the way, the truth and the life!’… but when it’s fully laid out for you, and when you begin to realize just how much Jesus is going to challenge you and stretch you... the reality of the decision begins to set in.
I didn’t fully understand why I chose to start my last blog with Luke 14:28-33. Now I know.
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