Say you have $1,000 in your wallet to spend anyway you want. How would you spend it? In short, we would buy the things we are interested in. I would go to REI and get a rope, quickdraws, carabiners, slings, and a new snowboard. That should get the price up around $1,000. These are the things I would spend my money on. My interests, my hobbies, things I like to do with my friends. But what about the things I don’t like to do. Why would I spend my money on things I have no interest in or connection to?
We spend love like we spend money. We invest in those we like, we hold back from things we don’t like or don’t know about. We so eagerly spend money on us and our friends, but when do we look outside of our bubble to others we don’t know or don’t like? In Matthew 5:43-44, Jesus says:
"You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,”
And in Luke 6:32:
"If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' love those who love them.”
Let’s say God gives you love, more than you need. How are you going to show it? Who are you going to show it to? Loving your friends is nothing new and doesn’t get you anywhere. Loving the people who hate you is hard. But they will have nothing to hold against you if you continue to love them.
A few years back, I started writing short ideas for youth sermons. I have wanted to be a youth pastor for a long time and decided to put some stuff on paper. At the time it was rough drafts and raw ideas. I'm going to take some time to read and edit them and post them here. It may be what someone needs to hear. Any constructive criticism is welcome.
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Recently, I have been guilty of talking too much (WAY different than the “normal” me), and have kind of turned others away from me. I don’t like it and have caught myself more than once. I realized something while reading Dangerous Wonder by Michael Yaconelli: I don’t listen enough anymore. I want people to know about ME. After I’m done, if there’s time, I’ll listen to them. I realized I’m pretty selfish. I don’t like it. Jesus wasn’t like me. He had everything and gave it up for a life of sacrifice and discomfort, one He knew would end in death. Why do I care that people know what new video game I got? Why do I care people know about my time spent serving in my church (which is a good thing) when all I do is talk? Why can’t I listen?
We always want to learn more and know new information, but when was the last time you stopped and listened to someone talk about something real? When was the last time you helped someone by just being there FOR them? Life is about more than getting that dream job, the right girl, the right clothes, the right connections. Life is about more than knowledge. You can know everything there is to know about something and still be ignorant about the entire subject. You may be someone’s lifelong friend and know everything that has happened in their life, but if you don’t know how things affected them personally, all you have are answers to trivia questions.
Life is about being Jesus to everyone you see. Sometimes that is stepping out of your way to talk to that weird kid in the corner, sometimes a simple "hello". One we don’t see much is quiet listening, compassion at its finest. When do we take time out of OUR day to hear someone else’s problems? When it’s convenient? What if it’s not for them? What if now is the only time they can talk to you? Will you listen? Will you be there for a broken soul, for someone crying out for an ear? You may not know them, and you may be repulsed by them. But if God tells you to go over and just say hi, that could change their entire world. If you take some time to find out who they are instead of what they are, that could save a life. Jesus didn’t hang out with the people who had it all together. He went to the hurting and broken. He went to the outcast and the vulnerable. There have been many people in my life that have taken time away from things I would have liked to do. It’s hard to spend that time with them, but God keeps telling me to listen. I learn a lot about those people. I know their joys, their struggles, their strengths and weaknesses. It isn’t always pretty. In fact, it usually isn’t. But I learned more about them, myself, and God in that short time than I would have if I continued my daily routine. God didn’t say it would be easy, but He did say the end would be worth it.
Challenge: find someone, a friend, a coworker, a person you see everyday but don't talk to, who is struggling with something, anything, sit down with them, talk WITH them, not at them, and listen. Listen intentionally. Show someone the compassion and love of Jesus. Be quiet and, maybe, God will speak to you through them. And don't be afraid to follow up.
Well, I've been pretty busy for the past however long. I'm working again and also doing things with my church's youth group. I have loved every minute of the work I do with those kids. They are full of questions and energy. I prefer the questions and enough time to actually answer them. I've been teaching the middle school on Sundays and have loved every stressful minute of it. I'm mixing paint at Home Depot in the meantime. It's actually kinda fun. I'm always learning in both situations and can't think of anything better to do than learn in ways that actually make sense to me. I'm trying to figure out where God would have me go to college, if He wants me to go. So far I have heard no response. If my friend heard this, he would slap me upside the head and say, "Listen harder!" God does speak, but I have been so busy, I haven't had much of a chance to slow down and listen. It looks like work is going to ease up a little so I should have more time to listen. Hope everything has been going well with all who have read my stuff in the past. Take care and God bless.
I am currently attending Bible Study Fellowship. My dad is making me go. Don't get me wrong, it is a great organization that reaches many men, women, and children every year and encourages them to grow in God. It isn't how I experience God best, though it may be for others. My dad has always told me how much he loved BSF, and I can see why: that is how he learns about God. That is how he connects with the scripture. The program BSF has is much like a lecture class you might take at college with a short discussion about the passage. I have spent 2 years at Weber State University in Ogden, UT and have loved every minute of the Bible study there with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship. They have everyone read the passage by themselves, mark up the text with colored pencils/pens (the passage is printed out), and share their questions and ideas with everyone. I love doing it this way. We usually continued the discussion for another hour or two after we ended, giving everyone more insight and greater knowledge of the passage and growing them towards God. My dad is a very analytical person, looking over things for answers to specific questions and examining every angle. I am not as analytical. I check my understanding at the door and ask questions as they come, often to others, and make sure my opinions after are biblically sound based on my discoveries and help from others.
What's my point with all of this? Everyone hungry for God needs to get fed in the right way. How do you learn and remember? How do things really make a difference in your life? Getting fed by God is unique to everyone. You would not take a vegan to eat at a steakhouse, would you? You would not go to McDonalds when you are hungry for chinese, right? Find a group of people who you connect with and learn like you do. Plug yourself in and pursue God with all you got. BSF isn't quite for me. InterVarsity isn't quite for my dad. How are you fed? Are you more of a burger person? Maybe you get fed best with bbq. Whatever it may be, find that group, plug yourself in, and begin the pursuit.
There may be different ways to meet with and experience God, but there is only one Way.
The thing a lot of people don't see in me is bitterness. Not towards any of them, they haven't done anything. But put me around that one person and you can see my joy dissolve. My smile drops off my face faster than it takes for me to register they are even in the room. They are family. They want to help. But they don't know how to help me. Telling me to get a plan for my life is not help. Telling me to look this up or look into that is not help. They deal with people every day. And they hate it. I know, they tell me. I live with them and cringe every time I walk in the front door. It sucks. I hate coming home to the same house, same conversations, same bitingly sarcastic comments. I want to move out, but that isn't really financially feasible right now. Oh, and our definitions of success. Worlds apart. Yes, it takes skill to succeed at anything. But more than that, it takes God to succeed at what really matters. I've tried to take care of things myself for a while. I haven't hear the end of it from that person. I know I won't until they are not just satisfied, but their expectations are exceeded. We are polar opposites. They hate people, I love them. They like their time alone, I can't get enough time with my friends. Family has really changed its meaning for me. In Mark 3, Jesus tells us that His family is made up of those who do the will of God. And I'm almost comforted by the words of Matthew 10:34-36
Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. 35 For I have come to turn " 'a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law - 36a man's enemies will be the members of his own household.'
This has begun. We aren't enemies. Yet. I hope it never happens, but the more I stay, the more bitter I become, and the farther we drift apart. I would like to think this would only be between family members where one is Christian and the other isn't, but both of us are. I hate who I have become because of this. And I don't know why I'm telling everyone except my family this, but you have no idea how long this has festered inside me. I might smile on the outside while I'm at home. Truth is, home is not in this house. And they don't know that. God was working on me when we were apart. I was a different person, I liked who I was in Christ. Satan seems to be working on us now. If the first fruit of the Spirit is love, I'm hard pressed to say God is working to bring us together. Conversations become lectures. They have more experience and knowledge, therefore they are always right. I try to put down my pride. I see theirs rise in almost every encounter. It doesn't just hurt, it stabs. Praying brings tears. When life gives you lemons, you can't make lemonade without sugar. We ran out a long time ago.
I'm a Christian and love doing things outdoors, usually things that can get me hurt. God continues to teach me everyday about myself and life. It may not always be what I want to hear, but it's always what I need to hear. I am currently interning at my church with the youth leaders in hopes of one day becoming a youth pastor. I do my best work with people and would always love to talk/listen. Throw me some ideas and there is no telling what can come from that. I'm Murph.
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