I laugh when I hear people talk about me like I’m a religious person.
“Matt doesn’t talk that way, he’s religious. He doesn’t understand that joke, he’s religious. You don’t know what I’m going through, you’re religious.”
My early years angry and intentionally going after some pretty non-religious “stuff”. Three years in the military, nuff said. An ache inside me to this day for all the damage “religion” has done to people, to their view of God, their expectations for themselves, the falseness of it all.
So now, I lead singing. I love kids. I weep with the band when we have a God moment together. I preach at them and talk to God with them and stop…
I’m no one. I have nothing. I can’t pretend that I bring something special to this party, that I am someone special.
I serve a risen Savior, He’s in the world today. I know that He is living whatever men might say. I see His hand of mercy. I hear His voice of cheer. And just the time I need Him, He’s always near. He lives. He lives. Christ Jesus lives today. He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way. He lives. He lives salvation to impart. You ask me how I know He lives. He lives within my heart.
These words from an old song are still true. And because He lives in me, because He is at work on me, in me, through me I am someone special.
In the end it doesn’t matter, because I know that I’m always something, someone special…
… to Him.