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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Shining in the Night

"Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light."
~ Helen Keller
 
 
Faith. The glimmering ray of hope that permeates the darkness of human fallibility. Since the beginning of time, confidence in something greater has illuminated the path of mankind across lofty peaks and through dusks of despair. But in the midst of overwhelming obscurity, the rays of faith are often depleted of their light. Endless nights of depravity, desperation, and despondence have the power to deprive even the most fervent individuals of their most blazing beliefs, and many succumb to the blackened depths. 
It is no mystery that we live in a world ridden with pain and suffering. Disaster strikes. Relationships crumble. Our precious plans fail. A lot of the times, my faith isn’t just challenged by my own distress. It is challenged by the affliction of those I love and care about, and those I wish I could save. I see tears falling from the eyes of my friends, and I wonder why God won’t wipe them away. I turn on the news and hear stories of violence and bloodshed, and I wonder how a loving God could allow such terrible things to take place. A gleaming beacon of faith no longer brightens the sky above me as I look for the answers within its vastness. Instead, the silent, infinite panel above mocks me in my doubt. From a place of pride and anger, I cry out to God much like David did: “Awake, Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever. Why do you hide your face and forget our misery and oppression?” (Psalm 44:23-24). We wonder if God has abandoned us and all of His creation. We revel in the futile mutterings of another unanswered prayer. As we ask ourselves if the somber skies will remain silent forever, faith’s fire is often extinguished.
Whether we realize it or not, the effects are devastating.
When all hope and assurance are lost, wallowing in the darkness often leaves us swallowed. Faith propels us towards a brighter tomorrow. It allows us to go to bed each night knowing that even though the waters roar and the mountains quake with their surging, we have refuge and strength. When this hope taken from us, our steps lose their joy. An immense void opens up inside. It overwhelms us with a darkness more impenetrable than any other. As the flame of faith flickers, we often become stranded in the utter absence of light.
Am I saying that you should never doubt? That you should never question your faith? Absolutely not. I would even venture to say that periods of uncertainty can lead us into more unshakable certainty. Consider the story of Job. Job was an incredibly Godly man, but his faith was shaken tremendously when suffocating blackness impends upon him. He loses his wealth, his family, and his physical health. His response is relatively human: “What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient? Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze? Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?” (Job 6:11-13). Job’s friends, despite their honorable intentions, end up doing more harm than good. They blame Job for things he has no control over. They tell him that he should have more faith. But at the end of this remarkable narrative, we discover that perhaps his faith was being strengthened to a degree far greater than that of his friends because God was living and active in the midst of his suffering. As Job 40:6 declares, “Then the Lord God spoke to Job out of the storm . . .” He is then brought to an intimate place of faith and repentance. “Then Job replied to the Lord: I know that you can do all things; no purpose of yours can be thwarted. You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?’ I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know” (Job 42:2-3). God used ineffable curses and turned them into abundant blessings of strong mettle and refreshed faith.
You do not always have to like your circumstances. You do not have to simply sit around and wait for the dawn. You can find beauty in the night.  Believe this, and let it penetrate the most opaque chambers of your life. As Paul so beautifully pens, “We also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces endurance, endurance character, and character, hope. And this hope will not put us to shame because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us” (Romans 5:3-5).
May you always fight the good fight. May you let the grace of God manifest itself into glorious fruits, even in the dry desert land. And may you always keep your downtrodden eyes fixed upon the glimmering ray of hope shining in the night before the light yields to the darkness on the horizon.

                                                         
 


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A Leap of Faith, a Leap of Love

* Not going to lie . . . this is actually just my ninth grade Kite Runner paper. It's kind of on the long side . . . but I like it, and I hope you do too! (:


“Who believes what we have heard and seen? Who would have thought God’s saving power would look like this?” (Isaiah 53:1)

            I see the rusted nails first. Then, the guilty hands driving them into the palms of innocence, the palms of steadfast devotion to the human race. The hands are trembling, and drip a cold, malevolent sweat. They grasp the wounded skin underneath them and move with an unrelenting sharpness. They raise the hammer and in a matter of seconds, it batters the head of the nail. The man trapped underneath stifles what is certain to be a bloodcurdling scream. I trace the hand stained with the innocent man’s blood and see a soldier of sin with empty eyes and a plagued soul. Those hands are my hands; I am that soldier. The outpouring of love trickles down my flesh. I am sickened, and haunted, by a grace that I cannot comprehend. This is the Christ, the lamb who was sent for slaughter. The love that He possessed for all of mankind is one acquired by few, such as the fictitious Hassan in Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner. However, I am convicted that it is a vital tool in living a life that is fulfilling to oneself as well as to others. As is evident in Hosseini’s novel, religious history, and the course of humanity, this kind of love often lends itself to fortitude, scorn, and sacrifice.

            "The Servant grew up before God- a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look.    He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.             One look at him and people turned away. We look down on him, thought he was scum . . ."  (Isaiah 53:2-3)

            In  Hosseini’s The Kite Runner, readers are given a clear picture of the treatment faced by Hassan and other Afghani Hazaras. It goes without saying that the minority group is subject to constant degradation and inferiority. At the start of the novel, Hassan is a young, harelipped, Hazara boy who is by no means a friend of society. Due to prejudices against those of his race, religion, and class, Hassan is bound to a world of injustice and lowliness. However, Hassan proves to be a true hero for many characters in the novel when it truly matters.

In Jesus’ time, carpenters and other manual labors were at the much lower end of the social spectrum. On annount of heavy taxes by Roman officials as well as tithes required by Jewish law, he was in a poor place financially and within society. Jews in general were also looked down upon seeing as how they seemed to ‘interfere’ with the overall advancement of the Roman Empire. Despite this grim circumstance, Jesus taught that persons should learn to be content with what they were given and live a reputable lifestyle even in the face of injustice. His social class did not define him, rather he used it as an opportunity to display his grace to those of all walks of life. Similarly, Hassan knows of his place in his community, but that does not hinder him from contributing to it, although it is done on a very humble and personal level. I find the ability to radiate a positive light into a community that lashes constant malevolence upon one’s class or circumstance to be truly admirable. A willingness to put aside hindrances for the greater good of a race- the human race, in Jesus’s case, a community, a family, or an individual- the latter two being common for young Hassan, is an essential component of learning to live a lifestyle of genuine love.

“. . . But the fact is, it was our pains he carried- our disfigurements, all the things wrong   with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own             failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him- our             sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we are             healed. Were all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost. We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And GOD has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong, on him, on him . . .”(Isaiah 53:4-6)

On a cold, fateful night in a cramped alleyway, Hassan takes Amir’s wrongdoings upon himself in a dehumanizing rape. When he runs the coveted last-kite of the tournament, he encounters the hostile Assef and his fearful followers who seek to teach the “useless hazara” a lesson. He is granted a choice, however. He can hand the precious kite over to the other boys, or he can pay the consequence that refusing to do so will ensue. He makes the choice that most- even the most loyal, most generous individuals could not dream of making. The kite is ridden with sin, with selfish desires, and with pride. Still, he defends it and the battles it represents with all of his might. The alleyway reeks of fear and of cowardice, yet Hassan humbly and courageously sheds his guileless blood.

Crucifixion was a popular, yet brutal, punishment established to rid society of the foulest offenders. The cross was reserved for thieves and murderers- not for those of innocent flesh. However, as was predicted by prophets of the Old Testament, Jesus took the fall for the inequities of many. In the last hours of his life, he is brutalized, mocked, and tormented for no fault of his own. Taking undeserved punishment for the benefit of one for whom mercy is equally undeserved is not something commonly seen amongst the human race. However, much of society today revolves around the belief that a single man laid down his life to do just that.

"He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn’t say a word. Like a lamb taken to be             slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence" (Isaiah 53:7).

                                                                 

 
           Throughout the novel, Hassan submits himself to the mistreatment of the government, society, his peers, and even his own brother. Despite this, he does not respond to evil with evil, but attempts to overcome it with a powerful, and incredible compassion. Following the rape, Amir desperately seeks to find redemption by having Hassan give him the retribution he deserves. For instance, Amir assaults him with massive pomegranates, in hopes that he will retaliate.  “ ‘Hit me back!’ I spat. ‘Hit me back, goddamn you!’ I wished he would. I wished he’d give me the punishment I craved, so maybe I’d finally sleep at night” (Hosseini 92). Knowing that his transgressions are the reason for Hassan’s attack is exceedingly difficult for Amir to cope with, and he feels that Hassan’s venegence will quell his guilt. Nevertheless, Hassan’s unexpected gesture of clemency proves to be much more painful than his revenge ever could have been. I have found through the course of my own life that killing my enemies with kindness not only leaves me feeling more satisfied, but also gives them some sort of foundation of benevolence that I believe is important for all individuals, even the most coldhearted, to build their lives upon.

Hassan surrenders to serve his greatest debtors, as well as those he loves the most. Growing up as a servant to Amir and Baba, he lives a much more austere lifestyle as compared to his masters. While Amir goes through the motions of a routine he takes for granted, Hassan puts in tireless labor into a routine designed to supply Amir with his most basic needs. This unassuming servant will go to any lengths to ensure that Amir’s toast is buttered and his bags are packed properly. Not once is he idle in his duties. Not once does he utter a complaint. I find great joy in showing people love in such a manner. Although most overlook such small details, I myself feel most loved when others are consistent in going the extra mile to keep even the most minor aspects of my life in place.

Shortly before his death, Jesus takes care to wash the feet of each of his disciples. At this time, footwear was essentially nonexistent, and travel was by foot, therefore feet were characterized by severe wounds and griminess. Jesus brought himself down to that level in order to serve the ones that he loved most dearly. Although this ritual was not exceedingly drastic, it displayed a great deal of humility and care. Jesus left this model for his disciples of the selfless way they were to serve others so that they could benefit from redeeming love as well.

On Amir’s thirteenth birthday, Hassan encounters his assailant and is expected to serve him beverages. Instead of lashing out against the cruel Assef, or at the very least refusing to serve him, Hassan faces him with a gentle heart and a resilient spirit. I personally am an individual who will sacrifice most anything for someone that I love unconditionally, such as a friend of family member. To love my enemies unconditionally, however, is a much more daunting thought that makes me cringe in agony.

"Justice was miscarried and he was led off- did anyone know what was really             happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of             my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, even though he’d never hurt a soul, or said one thing that wasn’t true " (Isaiah 53:8-9).

 
            When Amir returns to Pakistan to confront his past, he learns the unbearable: Hassan is dead. In a period of extreme turmoil and uncertainty within the nation of Afghanistan, there is very little that the Taliban cannot do. This is especially prevalent in an already ruthless massacre on Afghani Hazaras. Hassan is wrongfully accused of trespassing in the house of Amir’s childhood that he is trying to preserve. When he refuses to relocate his family, he is led out onto the street, shot, and killed, along with his wife. He does not argue, simply kneels and accepts his fate. I find that most incredible, along with the fact that until his dying moment he remained loyal to Amir, despite all of the anguish that their relationship had entailed.

"Still, it’s what God had in mind all along, to crush him with pain. The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin so that he’d see life come from it- life, life, and more    life, and God’s plan will prosper deeply through him. Out of the terrible travail of the    soul, he’ll see that it’s worth it and be glad he did it. Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant, will make many more ‘righteous ones,’ as he carries the burden of their sins. Therefore I’ll reward him extravagantly- the best of everything, the highest honors- because he looked death in the face and didn’t flinch, because he embraced the company of the lowest. He took on his shoulders the sin of many, he took up the cause of all the black sheep" (Isaiah 53: 10-12).

                In my mind, there is only one word, and one thing, that adequately describe Hassan’s actions in The Kite Runner, and of course, Jesus’s in the bible. That thing is love- love that is merciful, embracing, and ultimately sacrificial. Although the historical Jesus is no longer physically present to see the far-reaching effects that his acts of mercy had on earth, the remarkable reparation of relation between God and man continues as new souls see this light each day. Although Hassan never lived to see Amir find the courage to embrace his son Sohrab, Amir ultimately learns a lesson of love, redemption, and forgiveness.  The fact of the matter is, loving someone, especially someone who has hurt, abandoned, betrayed, or mistreated us is no easy task. It requires a bold acceptance that the love we exude may never be requited, or that even if it is, we may never live to see its effect. It demands the humility to put oneself under another for the sake of compassion and the building up of others. Most of all, I believe that love requires an unshakable faith that in its most authentic form, love will accomplish its predestined purpose in due course- a faith that love conquers, love redeems, and love heals.
 
 
               The bonds of sacrificial love that tie humanity together are truly incredible, and the cross is the epitome of this love. In what ways has love redeemed you? Where do you still need redemption?
 

Monday, July 15, 2013

The Giant of Comparison


* This post is based off of an incredible sermon I heard about a year ago by Dave Edwards. You can listen to it here: (Even if you’ve never listened to a sermon before, I seriously recommend it. Seriously.) http://www.longhollow.com/messages/series/9?message=368&media=video

 

“And we seemed to ourselves as grasshoppers, and so we became to them.” ~ Numbers 13:33
 
 
          Comparison is something I struggle with. A lot. It permeates virtually every aspect of my life- academically, physically, relationally, and spiritually- and threatens to tear me apart The idea that “Well, I’m not as bad as so-and-so, but I’ll never be anywhere near as good as so-and-so” has probably separated me from God more than any other sin ever could. That’s right- I called it a sin. Because at the end of the day, comparison is looking God in the face and saying, “Hey, the person you created me to be isn’t good enough. I think you made a mistake.” I’ve learned that Satan will employ this mentality to do whatever it takes to convince you that you’re not good enough. It becomes this giant that we’re convinced we will never conquer. And there comes a time when we have to look this giant in the eyes and say “no more.”
 
          The giant of comparison has swept down and suffocated me in his unrelenting grasp. He has held me up to the sky and shown me that I am nothing more than a speck in its vastness. He has told me that my happiness must come from an external source- from finding favor with a loved one, from achieving a certain social status, or from reaching perfection. He has lifted me to meet the eyes of other giants, and he has distorted my perception of them. He has caused me to undermine my own accomplishments. To view them as insufficient. He has plagued me with lies and degradations that leave me in utter darkness. He has taken the earnest desires of my heart and ripped them into shreds. He has taken the remaining fragments and crushed them under his feet. He has tricked me into believing that my worldly weaknesses are not made strong in the greatness of my God and the sacrifice of my savior. He makes sure that I am obsessed with the faults of my past and the uncertainties of my future. He clenches me so tightly that any attempts to grovel free only result in further constriction. I have gone to great lengths to satiate the hunger of this giant. I have hidden behind a mask of makeup and appearance because he has defined me in terms of the number on a scale and the image in a panel of glass. I have kept from establishing certain relationships because he has told me that I am worthless in inferior eyes. I have locked my darkest secrets and inquiries behind a door of shame under the assumption that those around me have it all figured out. I have longed for the approval of man because the giant of comparison has denied me approval of self. I have withheld my potential in fear that it will linger in the shadows of another. I have questioned the impact that I am capable of having on an immense universe because the giant of comparison has caused me to discount my uniqueness and the divine plan behind it. I have lived for too long believing that life is a race is about competing, not completing.
 
 
                                                                                     
 
              “And so was we became grasshoppers in our own sight . . . so we became unto them.” This verse comes at a very pivotal point in scripture. The Israelites have come from years of torment and slavery in Egypt, and after an immense struggle, they have reached the promise land. The land of flowing rivers of milk and honey. The land of freedom.
 
             But . . . they don’t go in. Why? Comparison. They see these giants, and they compare themselves to them. They actually want to go back to Egypt. The land of pain and darkness. Because evidently, they know something God doesn’t. They don’t trust Him, and the power of His hand over them. And until they do trust Him, they miss out on all of the incredible things He had in store.  
 
            So what about you? How has comparison prevented you from getting the most out of life? Maybe this whole thing is new to you. Maybe you’ve lived your entire life believing a lie- the lie that God could never love you, could never deliver you from your sin, could never shine light into your darkness. In the cold, dim place of that lie, God’s word ignites a candle of hope: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you. I  have summoned you by name, you are mine” (Isaiah 43:1). Or maybe you’ve been a Christian for a while now, but you feel dead in your faith. The plans God has for you aren’t as special as the ones He has for anyone else. But you are the only one who can fulfill those plans. I can’t. The most religious person you can think of can’t. The person with the most money can’t. But you can. Take heart in this: “Commit your way to the Lord; trust Him and He will do this: He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn, your vindication like the noonday sun” (Psalms 37:5-6).
 
            Yes, when we writhe free from the grasp of the giant of comparison, the fall that ensues does hurt. But we don’t land in the barren desert. We find our place in the promise land.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Kirby's Confessions


Even though this is a faith-based blog, I think that sometimes we forget that no matter who we are or where we come from, we all have a lot in common. So I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce myself to you and give you insight into some of my quirks. My likes and dislikes. My fears. My humanity. My prayer is that no matter where you are in your journey, you will be strengthened by all of the things I feel God has laid on my heart. I’m looking forward to getting to know you!

 

1. This whole blog thing is completely new to me. I honestly have no clue what I’m doing.

 

2. I’m extremely sensitive. I’m getting better at it, but I’ve always been the kid who would burst into sobs when the teacher asks me to be quiet.

 

3. I want to please everyone. Very badly.

 

4. I’m really sarcastic. And I love anti-jokes. And corny puns. Because let’s just admit it . . . they’re really punny. (Okay, that was bad. I know.)

 

5. I’m a Grandma driver. So if you ever get stuck behind me on the road . . . sorry about it.

 

6. I have to eat as soon as I wake up in the morning. I really like food.

 

7. I exclude myself from people a lot, especially when I think they’re better than I am.

 

8. I envy girls who can wake up in the morning and look absolutely stunning.

 

9. My handwriting is really atrocious.

 

10. I smile way too much.

 

11. I recently played Patty Simcox in my High School’s production of “Grease.” She’s the goody-two-shoes cheerleader who is “given to disconcerting bursts of enthusiasm.” That’s actually my life. Except the whole cheerleader part. Tried that in second grade . . . never really got me anywhere.

 

12. I love music. So much.

 

13. I wish everyone would just get along. But that’s a pretty pointless wish.

 

14. I’m a really deep thinker. Sometimes, I think I’m just an enlightenment philosopher trapped in the body of a sixteen-year-old girl.

 

15. I eat a lot of salad. (Insecure teenage girl problems.)

 

16. I get really humbled and mushy-gushy when I find out that someone looks up to me.

 
 
17. I like civil discussion on controversial topics.

 

18. My favorite book is The Kite Runner.

 

19. I became a Christian when I was ten years old.

 

20. I then tried to lead my dog to Christ.

 

21. I’m a grammar nazi. So if you ever see a grammatical error in one of my posts, feel free to call me out on it.

 

22. I feel like I should be perfect, and I constantly compare myself to everyone else.

 

23. I’m very hard on my bible, and it’s completely falling apart. I guess my parents forgot to teach me how to be nice to books.

 

24. I’m a caffeine addict.

 

25. I have a very positive outlook on life, but sometimes I feel like I frighten others with my happiness.

 

26. I find joy in making other people cry. But not like defeated puppy cry. More like feeling loved and inspired cry.

 

27. I feel guilty because I know I’m so much more fortunate than the majority of the world.

 

28. I sleep with my closet light on.

 

29. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I really just want to save the whole world. Like literally, all of it.

 

30. It bothers me that I used the word “world” in both 27 and 29. When I write papers, I try to vary my word choice as much as possible, and I end up using a bunch of words that no one’s ever heard of.

 

So . . . that’s basically me. I’m just your average teenage girl who simply has a lot to say. (Excuse me . . . in the spirit of my inner English nerd, a plethora of things to say.) I just hope that something I say will speak to your heart and say something about God. Be blessed! (:

 
~ Kirby

Friday, July 12, 2013

My Speck


           My life is a speck in the vastness of eternity- a tiny drop in a massive ocean. A mist that will appear, and then vanish. Like any human, I have an innate craving to make my speck matter somehow, to be the spark that starts a roaring fire. Recently, I’ve come to the conclusion that in order for my speck to matter, there must be some greater purpose behind it. The waters that make my life so small and insignificant must have some kind of great significance. My mist must come from something; it must vanish into something. If my spark is really going to start a fire, this fire must find fuel from a greater force. In this truth, I find my purpose. And if you have a minute, I’d love to share this purpose with you.

           

            Have you ever heard a romance so incredible that you just couldn’t find the right words to describe it? It left you breathless and wanting more. It filled you with indescribable joy and wonder. Maybe it even brought you to your knees. (Or maybe not. How you respond to cheesy romance novels is your business.) Most people spend their entire lives trying to figure out the whole love thing. But what if I told you that love is the reason behind your existence? Behind the existence of your worst enemy? Behind the existence of the world’s highest peaks? Behind the existence of the entire universe? It kind of changes the definition of love, at least for me. At this point, you’re probably beyond confused. But I’m going somewhere with all of this, I promise. 

 

            1 John 4:16: "God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in Him." This one verse is the reason I believe we’re here. Because God, the perfect, eternal, creator of the universe, who exists outside of all time and space, is love. And love must have a target. How crazy is it to think that humanity is that target? To think that before the beginning of time, God had a plan for an incredible, dramatic romance displayed in His relentless pursuit of mankind?  To think that He granted us with heavens that declare His incredible works and with a planet that we can call our own. To think that He reflected His most beautiful aspects- love, grace, peace, purity- not to us, but through us. And to think that He granted us with free will- something that I think makes this love story the greatest we will ever hear.

 

            Take a minute and think about the God of the Old Testament. I would venture to say you don’t have an exceedingly positive image conjured up in your mind, and I can’t say that I blame you. Until recently, I probably would have had a similar one. But let’s look in Genesis 2, where God warns Adam not to eat the “forbidden fruit” or whatever you want to call it. “You may freely eat the fruit of every tree in the garden, except the tree of knowledge of good and evil. If you eat from it, you will surely die” (Genesis 2:16-17). Surely die. To me, that sounds pretty final.

 

            But I think we all know how this story ends, whether we believe it to be a historical event, spiritual allegory, or pure myth. Adam eats the fruit.

 

            Plot twist: He doesn’t die.

 

Genesis 3:9: “Then the Lord God called to the man: where are you?” He called Adam by name. He forgave Adam. He wanted a relationship with Adam, and every man after him. So does this make God a liar? I don’t think so. I think it’s a revelation of the way God pursues mankind throughout the course of scripture and the course of history. God continues to reveal himself in this way time and time again. Yes, sin has consequences. But He never failed to reconcile Himself to His people, no matter how many times they ran away from His deep and endless love.

 

But from before the beginning of time, He had the ultimate plan. His plan was not to reign over the nations with fire and brimstone. His plan was not to receive futile animal sacrifices, or to oppress His precious children with a meticulous law code. His plan was to come down to them. To love and heal the people on the fringes of society. To declare messages that went completely against cultural norms: “Blessed are the poor.” “If someone slaps you on the cheek, offer also the other.” “Love your enemies.” “If you want to be perfect, sell your possessions and give to those in need.” “Everyone who exalts Himself will be humbled, and everyone who humbles Himself will be exalted.” Anyway, you get the general idea. He humbled himself and felt our hurt. Our pain. Our temptation. He sat with beggars, orphans, prostitutes, and lepers. The 12 men He chose to be His disciples came from pretty rough backgrounds. He fulfilled the law in ways that we never could. He humbled Himself to a horrible and demeaning death with the sins of all humanity imposed on His shoulders. And when He drew His last burdened breath, the curtain in the temple that once separated man and God ripped from top to bottom.

 

But it doesn’t stop there. He defeated sin and all its power. He defeated death and all its sting- all because of God’s radical, unconditional love for humanity. And now we can defeat sin and death through Him. Like Paul says in Galatians, “So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourself with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:26-28).

 

Here’s a question I get a lot: “Why are you so happy all the time?” Let’s be real. For those of you who know me personally, I’m not actually as happy all the time as I might let on. That would be . . . unnatural. But I can keep a smile on my face because I have been resurrected in a grace beyond all human comprehension. This love just swells inside of me so much that I literally cannot contain it. Nothing brings me greater joy than loving others the way God loves me- from the inside out. I love being able to say that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, you don’t have to hide. You don’t have to be ashamed of who you are. You were made in the image of God, and when He made you, He knew what He was doing. He will embrace your brokenness and use it to create a magnificent image. He chose you. And no matter what anyone else says, He loves you.

 

I’m impressed if you’ve actually hung in with me for this long. But by now, you may have some questions. Comments. Concerns. Know that I am always available to talk to you about anything, anything at all. If you ever need anything, my heart, arms, and mind are always open.  I’m not perfect. I don’t have all the answers, but I hold on to this truth: “For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I walked like a child, and I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of my childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. Now, the three of these remain: Hope, faith, and love. And the greatest of these is love” (1 Corinthians 13:9-13). God is love. A relationship with Him is not a one-time prayer, a signature on a card, or  adherence to a set of rules. It’s just that. A relationship. A divine romance.

 

This romance has absolutely changed my life, and I’m sorry if my life has not always reflected that. It’s the ocean of grace that the brevity of my life sinks into. It’s the hazy fog that I know will eventually be made clear by God’s love. It’s the raging fire that I want so desperately to ignite. But the thing is, I don’t want to ignite this fire in front of people or for people. I long to ignite it in people, the way the God of the universe somehow longs to live in us.

 

My speck is part of a bigger picture.