I've heard the question asked several times--at graduations, when people move, when you are embarking on a great adventure or when you need to be shaken from complacency.
What are you known for?
I was recently asked this question and am also in the midst of studying one of the gospels. The very word "gospel" means "good news." Now, here is MY question: Am I (Are you) good news in your community? Is that what I am known for--being good news? Everyone knows that one person. The person who every time they walk in the door you know the party is going down and the glass is suddenly and irreversibly half empty. Now, I don't think I'm that girl. But I do wonder if I'm known for being good news. Not just bubbly but truly can't wait to point out the best in people and not just what I think is good but point out and celebrate the beautiful creation they are in Jesus. Not just that even, but am I the gospel to my community. Do I represent the most high, redeeming, romancing, powerful and authentic God? That is our call, after all.
I'm not always sure how to achieve such a reputation but I pray that the Lord would begin to show me how to be good news to my community. And you too.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Grace Like Rain
I recently found something I wrote this summer, in the midst of the hardest 3 months of my life. here it is:
Grace like rain. We sing it every thursday. It took on a new meaning today. I sat in the laundromat as I spend every friday, connecting back home and enjoying my first moment alone since last friday. I listen to clothes spinning, people chatting and quarters clinking. As I glance outside between loads I notice the torrential rain. It beats endlessly against the pavement. I couldn't help but think "grace like rain." I don't think it was a summer sprinkle the writer was referring to. I think it was much like this--unavoidable, powerful and refreshing. Every person stood in awe of the rain, secretly wanting to run outside and drench themselves in the flood. I wonder if we lived like we were slopping wet in grace if people would stand in awe and have to absolutely submit to this crazy desire to run outside too.
Grace like rain. We sing it every thursday. It took on a new meaning today. I sat in the laundromat as I spend every friday, connecting back home and enjoying my first moment alone since last friday. I listen to clothes spinning, people chatting and quarters clinking. As I glance outside between loads I notice the torrential rain. It beats endlessly against the pavement. I couldn't help but think "grace like rain." I don't think it was a summer sprinkle the writer was referring to. I think it was much like this--unavoidable, powerful and refreshing. Every person stood in awe of the rain, secretly wanting to run outside and drench themselves in the flood. I wonder if we lived like we were slopping wet in grace if people would stand in awe and have to absolutely submit to this crazy desire to run outside too.
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