So, I haven’t been very big on blogging. I mean, I wrote my little about me section (which felt incredibly awkward…but I did it because I was asked to do so), I gave a description of how I was called on the Race and the little survey for R squad which probably revealed how awkward and nerdy/geeky I am. But then…nothing.
Why?
Well, I’ve had an insane semester. Playing soccer, keeping grades up (not to mention I’m taking Hebrew..I’m practically married to the language), helping stage manage the drama production, and otherwise participating in things that consume much of my time. So, quite frankly I haven’t had time.
Also, I’m not on the Race yet…who cares what I have to say? I know I have family and friends who will be following this blog when I’m travelling the world, but right now I’m home (well…at school, but within the realm of easy communication). My friends and family can just call me, text me, email me, Facebook me or whatever to see how I’m doing. They can set up a coffee date just to catch up or whatever, they don’t need a blog to tell them. When I’m halfway across the world it will be hard to catch up with me, especially when internet is scarce. So at least then it makes a little more sense.
Now, let’s just scratch the whole “I’m not on the Race yet” part of the last point. Really, who cares what I have to say? Please note, I’m not new to blogging, I have another blog, but I still don’t post much because I’m still not convinced anyone wants to listen to me or that people should even listen to me. I might be graduating with a degree in Biblical Studies, but that doesn’t mean I have a ton of wonderful theological insight. I’m still learning like everyone else. Sure, I can tell you tons of factual information, but that is not what changes the heart. It certainly helps, because God gives us truth, and God IS truth, and truth sets us free, BUT there’s so much more to it than that. So I don’t expect anything I say to change somebody’s world.
This is the point that God decides to remind me of John 4. The Samaritan woman, after encountering Jesus, ran back to her town and gave testimony to what had just happened. Her simple testimony and desire to share what God had done for her brought many from that town to believe.
The point of that little pattern break is this (probably stated less than eloquently): one simple testimony is enough for God to do great things, and who are we to keep silent with what God has done in our lives? Our sharing of His work should bring Him glory. It is certainly easy to fall prey to pride and take the glory for yourself, especially when friends/family/strangers comment and praise you, but when God is moving and we understand that it is Him and not us, then it’s easier to be humble and just point back to God.
