This week was a big one on the calendar, le best friend came home from le Italiano. It's been around a century since I had seen her last..or maybe just 6 months? Tomato tamato I say. Any who, we made plans for when I finished work to meet up immediately seeing as how I wanted to see her two feet on American soil. Plans are dabbled around and we come up with the plan for me to fly down to Lexington, for her to just pick me up there, and then we'll go see old friends. I arrive in Lexington and find myself waiting at the baggage claim only for a few minutes to see her and Daniel come around the corner in the car. I grab my things, give hugs, hop in the car, and the first thing they start mentioning is going to church. At first I was thinking, "meh..this really wasn't on my agenda for today but I'm definitely down to go (I never get Sundays off work)."
We arrive to this wee little church that none of us had been to and had around MAYBE 30 people attending. The preacher goes on to talk in the beginning about Luke (interesting due to I had been scoping out Luke this very month) and focused on the birth of Jesus. How accepting Christ into your life and taking ownership to what He wants you to do. He mentioned how in the beginning of accepting a challenge, you shouldn't be particularly "excited" about it, but to REALLY give it deep thought. God isn't going to just throw us little things in our life that are cake walks, like choosing Mary to be the one to give birth to Jesus. I can't imagine thinking, "Oh wow God..that'll be totally easy. I got this one."
Things are going to be hard. There are going to be sacrifices. We are going to lose things. Choices aren't easy.
Then it made me think how in the beginning of all of this World Raceness, I was so pumped that I actually cried. And then month two hit and I freaked out, but then talked to God and realized: I got this. I'm accepting Christ into my life and this is what I'm doing. I want this and I want a life with Him..and it's rad.
So tonight I headed down to the last Wednesday service of the month and was greeted with the service discussing Luke (Ironic? I think not). We talked about the moment that we decided we "invited" God into our lives and it's not about who God invites, because it's everyone. But who accepts? Do you accept the challenges, the hard times, and the unknown? Because you have faith: you have no fear in letting go and are obedient to God's will.
You just R.S.V.P'd to the party.
