This year, I pray that I may be content in the stable. That I may find beauty in the meekness of a humble manger and not try to manufacture it everywhere else. Jesus is easily found in spaces untouched by the desire to put our own greatness on display. I have to be careful not to hide him.
We’ve forgotten that before we claim the title of Democrat or Republican or American, we claim the mission of a Heavenly King.
In our arguing, disagreeing, despairing, wallowing, shaming (basically, in our asshole-ness) in the name of our secondary titles, are we upholding the purpose we were given through our primary title? Our mission is the same today as it was last week: seek out the lost, the broken, the voiceless and GIVE THEM HOPE.
Called. That’s a very tricky word right there. Here’s what I think about that word. Sometimes, I think we use that word as an excuse to not do scary things.
We are followers of Christ first and foremost. Before we were born into affluence, we were claimed by God and commissioned to live differently, sacrificially, counter-culturally. The very definition of counter-cultural defies the existence of American Christians.