It’s often easier to hear the noise of the world around us rather than God’s voice. Our identity is now shaped by whose voice is loudest in our lives. Who do we follow? At a time when our politics are so divided and polarized, we may find ourselves
Even though the cross is central to Christianity, I still get surprised every time God asks me to pick up mine and follow him. It’s a bit of a shock to the system, and often induces confusion. Surely I took a wrong turn somewhere… If God is in this, where is his grace? How could he possibly be asking me to lead when I’m feeling so crushed and broken? This is where I found myself during a season that had started as a grand adventure with God.
My natural bent would not have been to go to “in-between” spaces, where job descriptions are vague and the journey unmeasurable. Meeting Jesus created a new space for redemption, making the “in-between” a space for life rather than death.
Who was I? Was a title and the approval of man really to be the source of my self-worth? It was during this season that I learned so much about myself and my God.
We were instantly linked by an unspoken camaraderie that created a tangibly safe atmosphere. When characters in the film made offensive and degrading comments about women, my fellow moviegoers gasped in disgust and whispered under their breath, “Shut. Up.”
At first, I was spooked. It was dark out there. I was being super careful about where I stepped and was afraid of what I might see lurking in the shadows.