Seven Months of Looking in the Mirror
Angela Tibbo writes:
It’s
a scary phenomenon that happens when we are blind to who we have become
by living outside of dependency on God. One way to understand what this
broken world has made you is to get into community living, and let
those around you be your “mirror,” reflecting the raw image of what is
at your core.
a scary phenomenon that happens when we are blind to who we have become
by living outside of dependency on God. One way to understand what this
broken world has made you is to get into community living, and let
those around you be your “mirror,” reflecting the raw image of what is
at your core.
The Lord
has taken these first seven months on the Race to go extremely deep into the core of
who I am, which sounds wonderfully divine, but has been one of the messiest,
bloodiest battles I have ever been in. As God moves around deep within me, there
is a ripple effect that causes the ungodly, ugly parts of who I am to become
more apparent at the surface.
has taken these first seven months on the Race to go extremely deep into the core of
who I am, which sounds wonderfully divine, but has been one of the messiest,
bloodiest battles I have ever been in. As God moves around deep within me, there
is a ripple effect that causes the ungodly, ugly parts of who I am to become
more apparent at the surface.
Marissa
Pratt writes:
God wouldn’t allow it to go on any longer. He leaned in, pressed hard, and
asked the question, “Who are you? Do you even know?
asked the question, “Who are you? Do you even know?
Then
I asked. “Who am I?” as if it were an everyday question. I came to the
realization that I had no clue who I was. I was lying in bed and just
began to cry. Who am I? The questions stirred a truth in me. One that
was going to be really hard to face. But, I wasn’t giving up now. I was
ready to hit reality head on.
I asked. “Who am I?” as if it were an everyday question. I came to the
realization that I had no clue who I was. I was lying in bed and just
began to cry. Who am I? The questions stirred a truth in me. One that
was going to be really hard to face. But, I wasn’t giving up now. I was
ready to hit reality head on.
The Forgotten Ones
Caroline Crawford writes:
They
are the ones that Jesus came for. The outcasted…the voiceless…the
untouchables of this world. Just days ago we were walking through a
leper colony and came upon a man lying on a blanket with flies
everywhere.And I mean everywhere. All the flies were condensed to this
one little five-by-five-foot blanket.There must have been hundreds on
him.
are the ones that Jesus came for. The outcasted…the voiceless…the
untouchables of this world. Just days ago we were walking through a
leper colony and came upon a man lying on a blanket with flies
everywhere.And I mean everywhere. All the flies were condensed to this
one little five-by-five-foot blanket.There must have been hundreds on
him.
Watching this old man as we walked up, I could tell
leprosy was eating away at his body.He had three of his fingers still on his
hands.One foot was almost completely gone.He was so skinny that his
white-spotted skin sagged on his body.And there were open, raw wounds all over
one arm and foot. As we got to him, I knew this
was where I was to be.I could not walk away from him.It’s in people like him
where heaven meets earth and where the presence of God is found.And so without
taking another moment’s thought, I sat right down on his blanket with
him.
leprosy was eating away at his body.He had three of his fingers still on his
hands.One foot was almost completely gone.He was so skinny that his
white-spotted skin sagged on his body.And there were open, raw wounds all over
one arm and foot. As we got to him, I knew this
was where I was to be.I could not walk away from him.It’s in people like him
where heaven meets earth and where the presence of God is found.And so without
taking another moment’s thought, I sat right down on his blanket with
him.
Josh Markland writes:
The six of them sat on the very back pew
tonight. They talked and laughed amongst themselves the entire time, providing
a constant distraction during my sermon. As I walked down the aisle they
stopped talking, some shifting their gaze towards the floor, others looking up
into my eyes. But tonight they came inside. All
six of them.
tonight. They talked and laughed amongst themselves the entire time, providing
a constant distraction during my sermon. As I walked down the aisle they
stopped talking, some shifting their gaze towards the floor, others looking up
into my eyes. But tonight they came inside. All
six of them.
Three nights ago those kids didn’t
even acknowledge us, but tonight all six of them were in church. No, they
didn’t really pay attention and no, they weren’t exactly sober, but they all
came inside. Why does tomorrow have to be our
last day with this church? Why do we have to spend our last week here with yet
another new church? We’re just starting to build relationships with these
people, the kids in the gang finally came to church, and now we have to
leave?
even acknowledge us, but tonight all six of them were in church. No, they
didn’t really pay attention and no, they weren’t exactly sober, but they all
came inside. Why does tomorrow have to be our
last day with this church? Why do we have to spend our last week here with yet
another new church? We’re just starting to build relationships with these
people, the kids in the gang finally came to church, and now we have to
leave?
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