Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Olympic story after story after story tells us the importance of each practice, each race, each match, each sacrifice to get each Olympian to their competition! And the same is true of our spiritual life.
It seems so silly that God would use a child's location-based game for His great glory, but why not? Jesus used his simple circumstances to draw people into a deeper conversion to Him all the time.
What if we're not doing anything wrong? What if precisely where we are, who we are, what we're doing, and how were struggling is where God wants us to be? And what if, quickly and easily, God will lift our burden when He decides it's time?
Jesus never promised our Christian life would be a cake walk. He also never promised to be or provide a political savior. So why are we Christians continually looking for our president to be our savior when Jesus is?
Every diagnosis from a chronic, manageable illness like diabetes or Crohn's disease to a life-limiting diagnosis of chronic heart failure or cancer challenges us to grieve.