Unbelievable Beliefs (aka Believing the Unbelievable)

These days I’m getting over my rights and attempting a higher standard. 

I believe that God gives you and me the freedom to make choices.  To choice myself and my desires or to choice Him and His will.  Sometimes those match.  Sometimes their similar.  Sometimes His go much beyond my ideals.  Sometimes I go far short of His ideal.

I sincerely desire to find myself in that place where my pursuit of Him just might be considered reckless. 

Could I possibly have a reckless trust in Christ Jesus, that I begin to live out a reckless faith.

I think at one point in my life I was there.  

These days I don’t. 

I miss those days.

I have been trying to live Jeremiah 12:5 out the past couple of weeks.  It says this:

"If you have raced with men on foot
       and they have worn you out,
       how can you compete with horses?

 If you stumble in safe country,

       how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?”

I’m getting fed up with living a normal faith in a safe world. 

I have friends who are challenging me in my reckless pursuit of Jesus.  Calling me out. 

I am praying that I might have the boldness to pursue.

My prayer this week went something like this: “I believe, help me in my unbelief.”



Teenager to be Proud of...

I love reading stories about teenagers who do extraordinary things.  Here is one I read today that I really enjoy and am convicted by.  McKay Hatch started a No Cussing club in his junior high school and has since gone on to challenge numerous others to participate in his campaign to clean up our language. 

You can visit his website HERE and read more about him.

Sure when McKay starts making songs and videos to promoting his cause I cringe, because it’s typically not up to my usually musical standards.  But how could we not be proud of this young man?

And I can hear it already.  That talk that Christians always seem to have when it comes to the issue of curse words.  I cannot tell you how many late night dorm room theology sessions were held on our right to use any words we so choose.  College students are idiots, and I was chief in these respects.  

Cussing may seem like a small trivial thing.  But I want to believe that if I’m faithful with the little He just might (just maybe), trust me with more.

Thanks McKay.