My generation glorifies the scissor. By that I mean, we LOVE the idea of “cutting people off”. We don’t tolerate disagreements, misunderstandings, or mistakes. We kill things before they can thrive. We want results without work. We want MORE without managing what we already have. We want to be pursued, but we don’t want to stay for the relationship. We want thrill, but no commitment. The issue with being in a relationship with someone like this is that you can never truly trust or rely in them out of fear that they're going to leave the next time they get impatient or uncomfortable.
We can be the same way when it comes to our relationship with Christ. When trials become too much, when He misses the deadline that we gave Him for our blessing or miracle, when someone else gets in our ear or something shinier comes along, we begin to reconsider our loyalty to Him. We may even go as far as to question His existence or love for us.
For like 30 seconds in 2012 (true story), I considered life without the Lord, and here’s what I took away: No one else’s blood can save my life eternally, even if they were crazy enough to die for me. No one else will keep forgiving me after I hurt them over and over and over again. No one else faced hell to redeem me. No one else can give me eternal life. No one. And if I’m wrong, I’ve lost nothing. I’ve simply lived life with the most amazing, controversial, poetic, wise, charming, loyal, consistent, and ridiculously soothing Imaginary Friend in the world; but if I’m right, I’ve everything to gain and my soul rejoices at the thought of eternity with Him.
John 6:67-69, “Then Jesus turned to the Twelve and asked, “Are you also going to leave?” Simon Peter replied, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the words that give eternal life. We believe, and we know you are the Holy One of God.”
So, to whom shall I go? To no one else. I am rooted for life, and for my millennials, I’ll be praying for you to have your own personal “rooted” experience.
One of my favorite parables from the Bible includes that of the story about the farmer who scattered seeds. One passage in particular states how the farmer happened to scatter some of his seed amongst rocky land with little soil. When it grew, it was scorched because it was not properly rooted due to the shallow soil.
For a long time, this particular parable held little weight in my life. I had become an intellectual fool. I of course knew that plants couldn't grow properly without roots so I didn't catch the message right away. However, once I applied this concept to my life, the meaning forever changed me.
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