Jesus Burned into My Eyeballs

I haven’t cried in church for a while (Wow, I’m such a girl…). Today, I cried because I saw Jesus. Not the moralistic “Jesus” that wants you to try harder, not the fluffy bunny “Jesus” that wants you to be nice to people but never tell people about Him. No. I saw the real, beautiful, powerful, convicting Jesus. Isn’t He amazing? Doesn’t He just blow your mind? In my last post, I said that people who go to church can equate doing “church stuff” with godliness. Here’s a confession: that person is me. I was reminded that there is NOTHING I can do that can make myself worthy of anything but eternal punishment. It’s just a reminder of depravity when I’ve heard and experienced the gospel so much and still live like I can earn it. It’s all about Jesus, not me. Only He can rescue me from myself, and only He is worthy of all the glory, honor, and praise.

Too Much

Everything around me is screaming at me to drop some stuff. I’ve been doing too much, and it’s catching up with me. I love to be busy, but not so busy that I barely have time to breathe. I’ve decided that one can get a telling glimpse into my life by merely looking in my kitchen sink. Let’s just say, my sink runneth over with dishes. The problem is that I only have 3 things that I do in life: church, school, and work. None of those are optional right now. I need to work so that I can go to school and drive to church (and eat). I need to go to school so that I can work after I graduate. Obviously, dropping out of church would be ridiculous. So, now, my task is to stay sane while I try to eliminate little parts of these categories. My biggest encouragement is to remember that doing stuff does not equal godliness. I think it’s easy for people in the church to equate being involved in as many things as possible with being uber spiritual. However, that’s not what’s really important. Jesus is what matters. If you love Jesus, you will care about the church and want to be involved in the advancement of His kingdom. Doing more “church stuff,” on the other hand, does not mean that you love Jesus more.