How to Fight Like a Christian
When Someone is yelling at my my hands to to shake, my face gets flush and my mind starts racing to come up with the next snarky remark. When I get my chance to talk I have a choice. Say something to diffuse the situation or say something to fan the flames.
I have been on mission trips, served lunches to the needy, and handed out lunches in parks with various groups of teenagers. I have heard teens say from time to time, why do we serve these people? The teens hearts don’t totally understand why we serve. They feel like these people maybe got themselves in the position of their need.
Have you ever wondered why Jesus is refereed to as the lamb of God?
The reason I am writing this post is because I feel I have fallen into this trap too many times. I think to myself, “Oh, it is just prayer. How good is it really?” Yesterday, it hit me hard that I have no right to think that way. To think that prayer isn’t an important aspect of a Christian life is equivalent (in my mind) to referring to a person who ‘doesn’t have a backbone’. Prayer should be the number one thing that keeps us rooted to God. Prayer is our means of communication with the creator of all. We don’t need to go through a whole list of “start up tasks” to just communicate with our Father. We just bow our head and pray to Him. That is amazing! Absolutely amazing! Perhaps even more incredible is how our prayers are heard from God and granted (within God’s sovereignty). This week (once again) this post won’t be so much apologetics, but more Christian living primarily focused on prayer. It is a big subject and I have little room so what I am going to write will just scratch the surface. Hopefully this surface-scratching will elicit a poignant introspection!
I’ve recently been introduced by the idea of radical hospitality. This came through a book called “Why Nobody Wants to Go to Church Anymore”. It is an interesting concept that I think all of us Christians could learn a little something from. It is a concept of patterning ourselves after the ministry of Jesus rather than the ministry of soapboxes.
Yesterday it finally sunk it. This 8 year adventure with my current company is quickly coming to a close. We had a potluck lunch followed by several coworkers walking out the door for the last time with boxes. It was an emotional day, a day of moving on for many and a day of trudging on for the few left behind like myself. My time is coming though. I only have a few months left at this job.
I work with youth and young adults and so often the ladies come to me with woes about their quest for the right man. They think they found him and come to me all excited and according to all my criteria the guy checks out. He is a good Christian man, he shows her proper respect and attention and could potentially be the type of guy she would do very well to marry.