I can be pretty bad at blogging and for that I apologize. I find myself with many ideas but I lack the ability to get them down into words. I’m hoping with discipline, I can change that.
If you haven’t been able to tell by my blogs thus far, I find a lot of truth in music. I relate a lot to it, and it encourages me and teaches me a lot. Several years ago, I heard a song that quietly became the goal for my life: Amy’s Song by Switchfoot. The song came out when I was all of 8 years, though I didn’t hear it for another 6 years or so. As I listened to it and began to analyze the lyrics, it struck a chord in me.
Amy was a fighter. She cut like Casius Clay. She burned like a fire despite these rains.
See, Amy isn’t just a normal girl. She knows what she believes, and she’s going to do whatever it takes to fight for her beliefs, even if it costs her her very life. She is a girl who isn’t afraid to go against the grain, who refuses to leaven any place she goes unchanged. Her song is, “How far? How fast? How long?” She won’t just go half-way. She gives it all up for her Savior, giving everything she has to serve Him.
Yeah, she’s a freedom fighter, she’s a stand up kind of girl. She’s out to start a fire in a bar code plastic world.
This song just became real for me. Up until a few months ago, it was more of an idea, something I liked. But now, I’m living it. I mess up all the time, but I’m pushing forward. I’m in this for the long haul. I’m ready to give up all I have, every material possession, every relationship, every comfort, for the service of my Jesus.
The last time we saw Amy she was headed for the shore, fighting off the volatile gray skies.
Up until this year, I was a Sunday Christian, an American Christian. I was the type of person whose beliefs were good up until it caused me sacrifice. I’d speak the name of Jesus to those who already knew Him. I knew all the right things to say to the people who didn’t even need to hear it. But my life was not a reflection of Him. My attitudes, my love, my worship, my conversations, my possessions, were all about me, honestly. But thats all changing.
Salvation is a fire in the midnight of the soul. It lights up like a can of gasoline.
My soul lit up when I truly realized the power of my salvation. As I began to discover the power of grace, and the boundless Love of the Father, every goal for my life transformed. No longer would my focus be on my own gain. I am nothing but a sinner saved by grace. If my life serves any purpose, may it be to spread the name of Jesus Christ!
She came when we were freezing and left us burning up.
I pray that at the end of my life, these words may be spoken of me. I pray that I may impact lives through the power of Christ in such a way that they are consumed by the fire of the Holy Spirit, that I may introduce them to His power, but not by my strength. Only by His. I pray that I would never be satisfied with the ordinary. I pray would be a catalyst for change. I pray that I would enter a frozen place and set it ablaze.
And when I came to you, brethren, I did not come with superiority of speech or of wisdom, proclaiming to you the testimony of God. For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and Him crucified. I was with you in weakness and in fear and in much trembling, and my message and my preaching were not in persuasive words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, so that your faith would not rest on the wisdom of men, but on the power of God.-1 Corintians 2:1-5
