I thought I had it down.
I’ve known Jesus for a long time. Known that He turned my life around from a wreckless child pursuing things that fall void. Known His power to work out the deepest hurts of my life. Felt His word direct me, encourage me, convict me. And I am THANKFUL!
BUT, He’s shaking everything up lately.
There is a holy dissatisfaction that while I have honestly pursued Jesus, I have been missing something.
Are you ready for what’s been missing? Don’t judge me. I’m being real. And raw. And I’m embarrassed.
It’s the Gospel.
I’m in the midst of a paradigm shift. A new lens of understanding the Gospel.
It’s enough, you know.
My life means nothing without it- My passions, my strengths, my skills -My family, my friends, my job, my social justice causes.
The Gospel shapes everything about me. It IS my identity. I read in Colossians 3 today, “From now on everyone is defined by Christ.”
I am DEFINED by Christ. But do I live that way?
Evan and I been going through some intense conversations lately with some people that are helping us understand the absolute beauty of the gospel. I’ve left these conversations frustrated, scared, and sobered by the reality of what God has required of those who know Him.
The Gospel isn’t just a story we tell people. No, it should permeate every sense of who you are. The way you prioritize. The way you sacrifice. The way you give. The way you love. The way you respond. The way you live-EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.