Whom Then Shall I Fear?

I love conversations that put your faith into perspective. Occasionally I’ll post blogs that are actually meaningful, not just mildly entertaining hysterically brilliant anecdotes of my everyday life. Honestly, a lot of them are a bit insipid, but I don’t like taking myself too seriously. Yet sometimes we have to, because being silly can be silly in itself. Like everything else, moderation is important. Like I said, perspective. Tonight I was granted some. This is very probably my last year in a mostly Christian environment before I am plucked out of my safe haven and dropped into a world that is not just blasé about Jesus, but sometimes against him. I’m not ready to be in such a place. I mean, I don’t want to get ahead of myself and be too serious, but at the same time I don’t want to shrug off every little thing. Jesus died for me, He loves me, He is always faithful when I’m not.

I actually received two bits of revelation today: The first was in chapel. Not only did Matthew Kelly put me in my place, but so did worship. I stared out into the student body and was in awe. I saw the love of Jesus Christ and wept. There is just something about worship that bridges God and I (and I am sure others). It is a kind of fellowship that, for me, transcends all others. It just made me cry to see how insignificant all my problems and worries were. What do they mean to other people? What should they mean to me? I found part of my answer in observing a flock of sheep. It was also brought to my attention tonight that I am not in a good place. I’ve been very complacent, just drifting along the ocean waiting for a plane or another ship and not seeking one out.

There’s a gap from one side of land to the other and no bridge. Probably because I am not building my half of the bridge. It is because I have been neglecting reading the Word and have let my attention waver to such vapid matters. I also realized I am not being a counselor to my brothers and sisters in Christ. Tonight aside, when is the last time I heard or received a praise report? When have I stopped and prayed for someone other than myself? I am ashamed. I’m not helping, and maybe even I’m hurting.

I don’t know what else to say, only that I need to be better. More.

Toodle Pip.