Friday, March 27, 2015

Costs

One train of thought I've been having lately is that following God is a difficult and arduous journey (Matt. 20:20-23) - and that in the midst of the pain and sacrifice, I'm forced to depend solely on God.  The emotions the thought evokes are a strange mix of comfort and sadness. I think the comfort might even come from the fact that there's sadness in the sacrifices I might have to make to follow God, if that makes any sense. But the thought felt a little dangerous. It's not that it's entirely untrue -- I think God does relentlessly pursue us to ever greater dependence on Him. But my sadness reminded me of just the previous chapter, when Jesus told the rich young man to sell all his possessions and give to the poor, and the young man became very sad and went away. I tell myself I'm one step above this man, because I would choose the difficult road and follow Jesus, and fight through the sadness. But that was a depressing thought, because then the best parts of following Jesus would be fighting through sadness, which to me, bordered on asceticism. Could that be what following Jesus is about? I don't know, I found that difficult to believe.

Coming back to the young man, I began to feel that his sadness was the bigger issue than him going away. The man was sad because he had great wealth. My sadness stems from the value I place on the things I might have to give up. I don't know how sustainable it is to follow Jesus through a constant state of sadness, and even if I could, I'm confident it would lead to uncontrollable amounts of pride. In Phillipians 3, Paul writes, "Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord." To "count everything as loss" has always been a confusing phrase every time I come across it. But it seems pretty clear in this context. I think when I'm able to count everything as loss, any sadness will turn into pure joy, because I will have lost nothing by following Jesus, and anything I gain will have been pure profit.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

grape nuts are the worst cereal ever

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

a poem

sin is like cotton candy
so fluffy and always sounds so good

but melts to nothingness
and really unsatisfying


Monday, March 16, 2015

Psalm 139

1 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
    you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
    and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
    behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
    and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
    it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
    Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
    If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
    and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
    and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
    and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
    the night is bright as the day,
    for darkness is as light with you.
13 For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
    the days that were formed for me,
    when as yet there was none of them.