You may have heard Netflix is raising the price of their subscriptions. Apple just released yet another new phone. There’s probably a new fitness program in the works about to hit the market, if not already. Why does any of this matter?
Well, it might not, depending on who you ask. It’s ok to enjoy technology, exercise, family time, etc. The question is, does it take up the majority of your time or thoughts? Are you devoted to it? According to the Merriam Webster online dictionary, devotion is characterized by loyalty. Devotion can be good and it can be bad. I personally think devotions can turn into addictions, in some ways, and again, good or bad. I can give you an example. A year or two ago there was a series on Netflix I started watching. I was completely sucked into it to the point where I wasn’t getting any sleep. It was pretty much all I did aside from necessary things. I was emotionally involved in the show. It was causing several issues for me. One day, God woke me up and I realized how ridiculous I was acting. I stopped watching the show cold turkey. I didn’t stop watching Netflix, but I was back to a healthy amount of watching instead of being addicted. Yes, I was addicted. I wasn’t sleeping. It was consuming my thoughts. You could also say I was devoted to it. It had my allegiance.
Obviously, it isn’t a good idea to be devoted to Netflix. What should we devote ourselves to instead? In Acts 2, we learned the new believers devoted themselves to four things. They put all their energy and attention into these things, the first being the apostles teaching. They heard the gospel and responded. And they weren’t experts. They were just starting out, but they devoted themselves to learning more. Are we hungry for more of God’s word? Do we long to understand it so we can apply it to our lives and obey it? It doesn’t take long to see why this would be a good idea. Continue reading
These last few months have been a whirlwind. God has been teaching me so many things.
I’m sure most of you have heard “live by faith, not by sight.” I didn’t entirely understand what that meant for a long time, and it’s still hard sometimes.
Have you ever been in a situation totally out of your control? A not so good situation? Something scary?
I’ve been there. The middle to end of September into October were some emotional times. God spoke something to my heart and continued to make things clear to me. But I still found myself scared at times. I felt weak because I knew what God said, but I crumbled under the weight of it all at times. This is why we’re human. We’re going to feel that way sometimes. Instead of sitting in those feelings, I decided to do something better. I decided to speak truth. I decided to say out loud what I believed, and it made me feel a lot better.
As you can imagine, when I went back to my appointment and heard words that described no change in what was going on, I felt confused. It was then I started learning what living by faith meant. I had to live every day, trusting in, hanging on, to what God told me. Even if my situation didn’t seem to change in that moment, I chose to believe. What I was seeing with my physical eyes was one thing, but my faith was in the power of God. I discovered one of my favorite verses during this time: “…your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power” (1 Corinthians 2:5). Human wisdom. It’s an odd concept when I think about it. Doctors seem wise. Wouldn’t it be wrong to disregard their words? Continue reading
Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved public speaking. Of course I got nervous sometimes, but I was and am the kind of person who loved doing group presentations and speeches. I loved it so much, I competed in forensic speaking for several years.
It didn’t take me long to realize I was good at this stuff. It was kind of my thing. And while I didn’t always prepare for certain presentations as much as I should have, I typically found I could still wing it and do really well.
I’ve been going to church since I was little. When I was in middle school, I used to read Bible passages at my church and do communion, among other things. My favorite was reading the passages or being the service “leader.” My family and I ended up going to a couple different churches while I lived at home. After we left the church we spent several years in, I didn’t jump in to serve right away. I didn’t feel like I could because we were new. I remember feeling nervous like it would be too hard. After all, I had a routine before. I was good at it. It got to the point where I was very comfortable doing all those things. I hardly had to think about it anymore. It was almost automatic.
I learned a lot after listening to the sermon on serving from Acts 6. Did you know you can be good at something, even have a gift doing that particular thing, but still not be living up to your potential? God has given each of us gifts to use for the good of the church and the body of Christ. You might be thinking, well I don’t know what that is. That’s ok. What you shouldn’t do is refuse to serve just because you don’t know what you’re supposed to do. God has a funny way of revealing things to us when we least expect it. There’s nothing wrong with starting off easy. You may need time to pray and talk with a pastor to discover what God is leading you to, what He’s gifted you in. But just because you don’t know doesn’t mean you can’t or shouldn’t do something. I actually think it’s the complete opposite. You have to start somewhere, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Continue reading
When I was in college, I got on a plane for the first time. I flew all by myself for an immersion experience for my language major. It was an early morning, and we were running behind. My parents were trying to get me there, but I ended up missing my flight. Long story short, I was able to get on a different plane not too long after the other left. When I got to my destination, it was dark, I was hungry, tired and I missed home.
My trip was supposed to last a whole semester, but I came home after six weeks. It would take a long time to explain all that happened, but it wasn’t good. I ended up in some dangerous places. My roommate, a native to the area, was shocked when I told her where I’d been. Her eyes widened and she said, “You could have died.” I’ll never forget the goose bumps that crawled over my skin. It was a private college, but the “Christian” leader on campus sexually harassed me several times. When I returned home, no one in the student exchange program seemed to believe me. They thought I suffered from culture shock and was imagining things.
Why am I telling you this? It’s certainly not for sympathy. This will become clear in a second. One night I was outside on campus with the leader because he was telling me about opportunities he thought I should take. This was before I ran into trouble with him. That night I discovered how dangerous he was.
It was one of the most amazing days of my life. What? Why? How? I can’t explain it, but I felt God with me and touch me in a way I never had before. And it was unmistakably God. God protected me. His power hit me like a freight train. If any of you have had such a moment in your life, you know what I mean. It can’t be explained; you do your best, but no words seem to express it. But you remember all of it completely, and you’ll never forget it.
When I think about that night, I don’t remember him. I remember the power of God. Continue reading