I’d like to say that between last year’s post and this year’s post, I’ve grown emotionally and spiritually. To a certain point, I have. I’ve come to more of a realization than anything else. One of my favorite authors, Bob Goff, writes in his book Love Does the following-
I want to leak from having been hit by Jesus. From having something crazy happen to me, something that flipped my life upside down. I’ve met people like that, people who leak Jesus. Whenever you’re around them, Jesus keeps coming up with words and with actions. I don’t suppose everybody gets hit by Jesus, but those of us who have talk about Him differently. We start steering funny; we start leaking wherever we stand. And it’s because we got thrown from our lives in a terrific collision.
I’ve mentioned leaking Jesus in previous blog posts. It’s always been a goal of mine and always one I’ve failed at miserably. I’d compare my walk to others’ walk. I’d compare God’s calling on my life to His calling on theirs. I’d question the way they dress or the videos they post on social media. I found myself questioning my Christian walk against their Christian walk.
I was driving home from Pittsburgh earlier today and it hit me. It shouldn’t matter what they’re doing with their lives. They can call themselves Christians and act however they like. It’s not any of my concern. My Christian walk consists of myself and Jesus. No one else has to answer to Him for my actions on Judgment Day, except me.
He won’t ask me if Joe Smith or Jane Smith walked a Christ filled walk or if they furthered His kingdom. But He will ask me those questions.
Did I do everything in my possible power to further His Kingdom? Did I talk to every person I could about Jesus? Did my life prove to everyone around me that I was a Christian? Did I convince them to follow Jesus? Was I the church? Did I help the homeless and the widow? Or was I waiting for someone else to make the first move?
Or did I cripple His kingdom?
Did I walk it but confess something differently with my mouth? Did I talk about others behind their backs or cuss out the driver who didn’t use his blinker while merging into my lane?
Did I hinder other Christians with my walk? I don’t want to be known as Hannah the Hypocrite: raising hands on Sundays and cussing out others on Monday. I want to walk a Godly walk. I want people to see Jesus in every step I take and every word I speak.
We are the church. We are Christ on the Earth. We are the ones called to help others. So why aren’t we? Why aren’t we helping the homeless get jobs or the fatherless succeed? If we wait for others to make the first move, we’ll be waiting our whole lives.
If people look or treat me differently, then that’s on them. It’s not about posting a Christian status. Our Facebook posts won’t get us into Heaven. I want to arrive at the pearly gates and look Peter in the eyes and say-
“I did everything to further our Father’s kingdom.” And I want it to be true. I want to stand before our Father and have Him say, “Well done, my daughter. You have done well. Enter in.”
I want to see my Dad and say, “I carried on your legacy.” I want him to look at me with pride and nod his head opening his arms for a hug.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. ~Philipians 4:8
I shouldn’t want to drop f-bombs at the end of every sentence. We shouldn’t talk about men and women with lustful thoughts. It’s in our nature-our carnal nature, not our Christ nature. I’ve decided to tame my thoughts, words, and actions to mirror what Christ would do and say.
I want to be like Esther, who stood for her people and bet everything on the One who called her to stand up. I want to be like Sarah who trusted and believed even though science and everyone around her said no.
I hope at the end of the day my heart looks more like Christ than it did that morning.