Because I have never held a staff position at a church, I seem to be constantly wrestling with the idea of fulfilling my purpose. Now, I probably would still wrestle if I was a pastor, but that’s my golden chalice, my “dweam wiffin a dweam”. Part of me wants to accept my low position. Part of me knows that I was meant for something more, something great.
Now, I know, I am just one guy. I am not amazing or even noticeable. But, somehow, as I go through my days, I see that with Jesus living in me, with the Holy Spirit flowing through me, I could do something amazing.
I think that is why I write. It provides that chance for God to inspire, to infiltrate my words and make them something that lifts others up, alters their view a little, brightens their day, maybe inspires them to dare greatly.
We live in a time where children are told that if you believe in yourself, you can do anything. Conversely, as adults we are given constant reminders of our insignificance. It seems that often even God wants us to know how small we are.
I question this.
When I look at the stars, do I not sense a calling out, a pull to see beyond? When I look at the oceans, doesn’t a sense of adventure rise up in me? Don’t the crashing waves beckon me to dive in, the cliffs to try to fly.
He designed us with greatness inside. Sin humbles us, tells us what failures we are. But, oh hear me! BUT, “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.”
Christ lives in me!
CHRIST LIVES IN ME!