“It’s the little things that keep us going.”
Those were the words that a man I met at the gas station the other night said as he walked away. I had only given him maybe 47 cents, but I also cared – and he was thankful.
I have been seeing so many opportunities to love on people lately – it’s ridiculous. How many I’ve let go unnoticed because of my busy day? – Probably even more ridiculous. As a disciple of Christ, I want to have his heart for people, see them through his eyes, and let him touch their lives with my hands. He’s not going to force me to let him work through me, and he’s not going to want to if I have a bad attitude about it. Instead I want to see that as a privilege.
I was talking to Pastor Chilly the other day, and he said something along the lines of: “[If we've already given it all to God, then it's not up to us how much he uses us.]” Telling God ‘no,’ (which is essentially what we’re doing, even when we’re just not listening) is taking back some of ourself from him – which, in my mind, is a scary thought.
I want to be ‘all in.’ I want to face the fact that God doesn’t have to consult me about what he wants to do with my life (I mean, it’s his life, isn’t it?). I want my love to show the world that I’m his disciple. I want to be: Obedient, willing, and usable. The thought can be frightening, but it’s also exciting. It’s my faith as a roller-coaster ride.
I’m all in,
Zachary
