My brain is spinning, and I am so tired, but like I said before, this is so right. I am where I am supposed to be, the type of thing I was designed for since the beginning. Everything in me is screaming for more, that all this ‘suffering’ that so many people said they could never do, is so worth it. Forget about our future glory, just the joy of being where I am supposed to be after all these years is incredible.
Being taught by incredible men, men determined to gain their inheritance. To know on their deathbed they lived the life they were called to. Men that want to raise up others and train others to be better than they themselves are. Men who don’t make excuses in life, men who love their wives and take risks and take authority. Men who bring life and joy to others. Why wouldn’t I want to be here. Why wouldn’t I want to be like them? I have been around great men before, but these men are changing eternity!
To think I was taking medications to help me fit into the materialistic culture. To change me, to make me fit into a lie. How many people do I know who are working “great jobs” and are on a great “career path” wondering if this is all there is? Sitting in front of a computer (hm, so am I, but then again I am not in a cubicle, I am in a closet, a short walk from MAYAN RUINS! HA! What is your opinion of them apples?) doing a job they don’t like, kissing the butt cheeks of their boss, making money for someone they don’t even like (that miserable !@#$), to buy stuff they don’t want, to support a lifestyle they don’t even care about, to impress people we don’t even know, or if we do, we don’t even respect them…. (longest sentence ever, is it a runon?).
Maybe seeing a counselor to help you ‘succeed’ is a good idea, or take some meds (yeah, been there!), maybe smoke a J (been there), pain killers (yup), how about grab a couple extra beers, maybe even get wasted to be stupid and feel good about hating yourself the next day. Going out to eat gets old, and anyway don’t you need to lose weight? What about the that fancy shiny thing that you sit in for rush hour? Feed it more gas, worship it with soap and wax. Detail the friggin’ idol. Does your woman love you more? How about the girls, looking for affirmation by helping someone else succeed (it is called the glass ceiling if you have never heard of it). You need to live a little nicer, so you let another man tell your wife what to do, and that man is effecting your relationship! Stealing your wife and dictating your life! Your wife listens to her boss more than she listens to you! For what, another pair of shoes? C’mon man, you don’t even care about your wife’s shoes! You drop the kids off at daycare (allowing someone else to fill their heads) so you can take a week off this year to sit on the beach and get a tan? Grow some cojones!
Escape into some hobby, answer some questions about yourself. Fly-fishing, kayaking, mountain biking, snow boarding…. Fun stuff. I love those things. REI is a dream world. But, again, is that really giving you the answer? The purpose for your life? Am I a man? Or does it give me a cool way to avoid the answer? I’m telling you, every one of us was made for something bigger. To serve someone bigger than ourselves. To rescue a beauty, live the adventure, and fight the battle!
What do you mean you could never do this? CHRISTIAN you have been set free, and you have been commanded to live it! Stop hiding in Satan’s lies! Take your inheritance! I wish at this moment I actually grasped this subject enough to explain it, but so many christians are living in the wilderness, set free from egypt, but pining for their garlics and onions. Walking in the ‘wilderness’, where the living is easy, and refusing to obey God and claim the promised land. The wilderness is easy, because you might ‘suffer’ with depression or boredom or lust or fear or bitterness, but that is way easier than taking Canaan. Taking Canaan requires work. Battle. Working the land. How much easier is it to go to church and thank God for his manna but complain for meat? Maybe God has given you quail until it comes out your ears, THE BLESSINGS!
Take your inheritance, stop finding reasons to sit in disobedience, check your jock strap, take your wife and go! Take her on an adventure that scares the snot out of both of you and watch God blow your socks off and see how that effects your relationship. No more “want to head to block buster, get a six pack, and chinese food?” to anaesthetize your life before you head to work and pucker them lips.
If you say God needs you to work so you can give, I challenge you- God wants you much more than your money. To our supporters, I would happily give up your financial support if this little blog got you right where God wants you, God will provide for us, because, well, HE’S GOD!
Some of you are reading this, you know exactly who I mean. Wouldn’t joy and peace and restful night sleep be worth trading in the rusting deteriorating treasures you find pleasure in? Or how about the successful christian business or career guy you fancy yourself to be? Or how about the guy who is dying to do this but keeps getting told lies that he can’t. Is that fair? Not taking the inheritance God wants you to have, to rob that from your children because this doesn’t seem safe?
I heard the saying, don’t trust a man who doesn’t have a limp. When you are done wrestling with God, take your blessing, take your limp, and take your inheritance!
No more butt kissing
