As I scurried across campus today, I realized the vast amount of numbers that control my life and my actions and frankly, I'm sick of it.
What's your GPA?
How much will you make after graduation?
How much of that will you give back to the church?
How much do you weigh?
How many calories were in that wrap?
How many people are coming to Cru tonight?
What was my score on that last exam?
How many credits do I take next semester?
*mind explodes*
The vast majority of these numbers that control my life are arbitrary and man-made and I want for a brief second to take all of those numbers off of my shoulders and relax into the arms of Jesus. That's what I want.
I'm so incredibly excited for Heaven, where the numbers will have no relevance. There will be One. That's it. I think I'll spend the first glimpse of eternity in the arms of my Savior so thankful that the numbers are no longer pressuring me in every move.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Faith through an Airhorn
Here I stand, in Dick's Sporting Goods, staring at airhorns. I didn't even know there were different types of airhorns. I reach to grab the smallest one and stop. God, I have more faith in you than that.
Let me start from the beginning.
Each year, Cru students stand on the corners of streets and in front of dining commons in the blazing sun to collect Surveys. Surveys contain question related to students faith, and act as a net to get contacts for people that might be interested in Cru or talking about their faith.
Normally we contact the people that are interested and invite them to our Cru meetings, that's it. But this year we are taking a different approach.
Greg Boros, our Missional Team Leader, introduced a radical idea called "Follow Up Fest". Basically, we will have collected hundreds of contact information for students all over campus. So why not share the Gospel with them? Why not give them the opportunity to go from an eternity in Hell to an eternity in Heaven?
That's the idea. And, should someone accept Christ, they get to blow the airhorn which can only be a microfraction of the singing and shouting of the angels in Heaven rejoicing.
Back to Dick's. I'm standing in front of the airhorns, and my mind is saying, "Get the smallest size. We won't have that many people come to Christ." Get away from me, Satan. My God is bigger than that.
I doubt God sometimes. Okay, I doubt God a lot of times. I doubt that my prayers can be answered. I lack faith that He can do BIG things.
I reject this notion. My God is BIG and can do BIG things.
I'm tired of restricting God to what I can do. I forget so easily that His plan is so much bigger than me.
So, I grab the larger airhorn. God, I'm taking a step of faith. You can touch this many hearts. Lead us to those people to tell them the truth. I say quick prayer for the people that will come to faith this week. So many people that we would exhaust the small airhorn and we need the larger one.
At this point, I've spent 10 minutes in front of the airhorns talking to myself and weighing out things as I'm praying this step of faith. I quickly grab the airhorn and walk to the register.
My faith is the size of a mustard seed. Lord, let it grow.
Let me start from the beginning.
Each year, Cru students stand on the corners of streets and in front of dining commons in the blazing sun to collect Surveys. Surveys contain question related to students faith, and act as a net to get contacts for people that might be interested in Cru or talking about their faith.
Normally we contact the people that are interested and invite them to our Cru meetings, that's it. But this year we are taking a different approach.
Greg Boros, our Missional Team Leader, introduced a radical idea called "Follow Up Fest". Basically, we will have collected hundreds of contact information for students all over campus. So why not share the Gospel with them? Why not give them the opportunity to go from an eternity in Hell to an eternity in Heaven?
That's the idea. And, should someone accept Christ, they get to blow the airhorn which can only be a microfraction of the singing and shouting of the angels in Heaven rejoicing.
Back to Dick's. I'm standing in front of the airhorns, and my mind is saying, "Get the smallest size. We won't have that many people come to Christ." Get away from me, Satan. My God is bigger than that.
I doubt God sometimes. Okay, I doubt God a lot of times. I doubt that my prayers can be answered. I lack faith that He can do BIG things.
I reject this notion. My God is BIG and can do BIG things.
I'm tired of restricting God to what I can do. I forget so easily that His plan is so much bigger than me.
So, I grab the larger airhorn. God, I'm taking a step of faith. You can touch this many hearts. Lead us to those people to tell them the truth. I say quick prayer for the people that will come to faith this week. So many people that we would exhaust the small airhorn and we need the larger one.
At this point, I've spent 10 minutes in front of the airhorns talking to myself and weighing out things as I'm praying this step of faith. I quickly grab the airhorn and walk to the register.
My faith is the size of a mustard seed. Lord, let it grow.
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