So this past Sunday, Paster Scott Andrews preached a sermon that was a mere 35 minutes, yet for those who’s hearts were prepared, a pruning of the soul. He talked about our priorities and ultimate goals. He noted that so often, we christians go throughout the day trying to be the best we can because we want to be good in ourselves. We ask for His help, yet our goal isn’t to glorify Him, but to be a better us.
I can’t quote, or do him justice, so here’s the link. Trust me: for a convicting sermon and a changed heart, this is worth the listen: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/colosians-3-1-4/id121773241?i=169319627&mt=2
But anyways, after the sermon, our small “sunday school” class gathered and we talked about how it touched each of us. It was good to dwell on it, instead of rushing to the cars, and to eat lunch, watch football, and ultimately let it go in one ear and out the other. It was humbling.
A lot of my generation has been taught to believe that we are beautiful, we are princes/princesses, we are the center of the universe, and that no one should tell us what to do. I whole heartedly disagree, but not having children of my own [yet] I don’t really know what I’d say when everyone is pushing this on the kids these days – not just parents, but also teachers in kindergarten THROUGH the end of school!! A friend of mine recently posted about how she shouldn’t have to be second because she deserves way more than that. When I saw that it struck me how inconsiderate we Americans are. But I quickly realized I’m just as guilty.
This week, this beautiful girl went to be with Jesus.
She was eighteen months old and the only daughter of fellow brother & sister, Giovanny and Carolina Valdez. They serve with SCORE, international in the Dominican Republic where I got to know them in 2010. What heartbreak! It has been encouraging to read the comments directed toward those in the DR about joining together and the body lifting up this hurting family.
What I miss most about living down in the DR/Haiti is the closeness to God I felt that everyone experienced. Both Giovanni and Carolina appear in my journal entires about how much they seem to rely on God for providing strength, provisions, and timing. I am definitely not saying that people in the states aren’t christians, but I do recall being astounded with the way the young people (and older) were in tune with Jesus. They didn’t just live their lives with a goal of… being the best nurse there is, or the fastest runner in the county, or the student with the highest GPA, or the most loved roommate. They lived each day by seeking the Lord’s will, and with His help, carrying it through. No, they weren’t perfect, but I knew that I had a lot to learn.
Here in Boone, this college town, I find myself getting angry when I don’t get my way. I find myself wanting to make things fair. I find myself letting the AppalCart driver know when he’s 40 minutes late. This week, as I’ve been working so hard in school – when I’m not at work – the words in the sermon came back to me. It struck me that I was working incredibly hard for myself. I was always in prayer, asking Jesus to help me make the grades that I wanted so I can finish this degree so that I can go on to be the nurse that I want to be. [Also, because I want my parents to be proud of me and my accomplishments…]
Woah. Reality check. Who called me to nursing? God. How am I accomplishing this heavy course load, alongside even more work hours? Himself. Why am I even doing nursing? GOD! I’m not even an answer to any of those questions.
Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.
None of that talks about getting what I want because I deserve it. By all means, it doesn’t mean that I need to slack off in my studies, or at work. But I need to rethink my priorities. I must do all things unto Christ, but I need to remember the unto CHRIST part.
Dad keeps reminding me to keep watching Chariots of Fire. It dawned on me tonight while watching it why 7 is my favorite number! and why I started running.
Every time I watch that scene I get cold chills. It never fails: I feel like getting out there and running with the soundtrack playing through my headphones. [What’s stopping me? knowing that i just ate, and that it’s below freezing right now. But I can get back in the gym tomorrow!] Tonight I watched it 4 times.
I’ve never seen such drive, such commitment in a runner. . . He unnerves me! Abrahams.
So, what do I admire in Eric Liddell and what does it have to do with this SUPER LENGTHY blog post? Glad you asked! Eric’s sister was concerned about his spiritual life – she didn’t think that he could be following God’s will on a track but was insisting that he reconsider going back to the mission field.
I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure. Liddell
I believe God made ME for purpose, and that is to be a nurse. I am having to work very hard for it, but we all know worthwhile things never came easily! I’d love to just call it quits, leave my apartment, bills, and snow behind and take only my fishing pole and running shoes and head to Rockport and live in Fineview and eat at Charlotte Plumbers – maybe work with a humanitarian clinic or something and spend my free time fishing, running on Fulton Beach Road…. But maybe one day, when my famous husband retires we can do that 😉
For now, I must pursue this job before me, that the Lord has called me to: Appalachian State’s nursing program, and my job as a pediatric nurse with the coolest kid in Boone (who’s 4th birthday is today 🙂 ).
But who am I doing it for? the furthering of Christ’s kingdom?