I have nothing profound to say today. I watched some TV last night and saw a documentary on firefighters made on 9/11. One of two film making brothers running around in all the chaos alongside the firefighters with a camera on his shoulder. The entire time the firechiefs were in the lobby of the WTC cooridinating their guys via walkie-talkies bodies were slamming into the roof (people jumping from above) It was so loud. I can not get that sound out of my head.
The whole thing is sick. I am sick of seeing 12 year olds with machine guns. I am tired of seeing groomed politians spew crap everytime they open their mouths. I am weary of people thinking that W’s religion makes him a good president and even more sick of people thinking that that Communist Hillary is going to save us.
This is what happens when I get caught up in the world instead of the WORD.
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full at his wonderful face.
And the things of this world will grow strangly dim.
In the light of his glory and grace.”
This song is profound, not so we can walk around like idiots in La-La Land but so we can walk around with an ETERNAL PERSPECTIVE. As pissed off as I am about R.F.I.D. Chips, Terrorists being made to sound like victems that we need to “understand” better and the general depravity of our culture, I am putting the cart WAY before the horse if I try to fix those things without first having my own heart and life in order. This is the only way I can be salt to the earth…Light. This is the only way we can show the love of Jesus. By turning our eyes to Him.
Early in the morning will I rise to seek Him.
People die untimly deaths every day. 9/11 if anything, as a Christian, is a day for me to remember that the only difference I can make is loving God more. Only then will my friends see me as different. Only then will He pour through me, influencing the desicions I make, the words that come out of my mouth, the truth that I will stand up for. Only then will neighbors want to know Him more. What if the only Jesus the people I know (and don’t know) ever encounter is…me?
I am so ready for Him to come back but in the mean time I feel very convicted to deal with that question.
What if the only Jesus the people I know (and don’t know) ever encounter is…me?