i cry because some things do matter, i smile because some things dont, and i laugh because i cant distinguish between the two.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

A few things that have struck me as of late.

Well one, I've really been trying to keep up with all that's going on in Sudan & Iraq and many other places around the world regarding Muslim & "Christian" or "western" interaction. Articles like this flood my homepage. As I was very burdened for this and talking to the Lord about it, this scripture surfaced to my consciousness: we do not fight against flesh and blood, but against the spiritual forces of darkness.. I want to remind my fellow believers that it is not, and should not ever be: christians vs. muslims, gays, liberals, ourselves, or anyone else in the world. Why? Because we don't fight against flesh and blood, against other humans. It's not about and never has been about being "right". We fight against the spirit of hatred and division and oppression and lies that infiltrate into every part of our day to day lives and society as a whole. This, this is what we fight against. Not other people. Second thought, a beautiful transaction happened tonight. Walking across zilker park, talking to my brother Jacob, I noticed briefly a flower lying on the grass, and kept walking. But I couldn't get it off my mind- and suddenly I heard "I got that for you!". So, I turned around and walked back a few feet, picking it up. I smile bashfully and thank Jesus. We keep walking and talking, all the while I'm wondering what I'll do with this perfect flower- this gift- and am growing increasingly touched by it as I roll it between my fingers. A few minutes later, we run across a man hunched over in his wheelchair, with the yellow glow of streetlight surrounding him. "That's for him." So I walk over to him, ask his name, and hand him the flower. Freely we've been given, and freely we give. Recently, I've been given many sweet, undeserved gifts. I was reminded today that we never receive gifts of God only to hoard them, but they're always to be shared. All things are sweetest when shared, anyway. Alright, thats all. Bless you.

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