You ever find Jesus inconvenient? I have. I say
this as a sort of joke, but at the same time, I’m very serious. The truth
of Jesus can be very inconvenient, especially for a comfortable
Christian.
You see, I can be content where I'm at. God has given me a good life, a great family, a church with life in it. I don't mind doing my church service, greeting, putting meals together for others, even an occasional trip to help others out. That I can work into my schedule. What I can't is a God who is so big that compared to Him I'm just a speck, and with priorities that don't line up with mine. You see, if I'm willing to really stop and consider what it means to have a God this big, who sent His Son to die for my sins, it would be decidedly inconvenient. For the only response to this is that all I have is insignificant before the God before me, and my life is to be giving up wholly and completely as an offering to Him. Those books I really want to read, secondary. That show I like to watch, worthless. The time I give to my desires, inconsequential.
Though many of the things I do are not sins in themselves, if any of them so much as dares to take the place of a God who stepped into our world to die while I sat by and watched, then it should be cut off like a gangrenous foot and sacrificed to a God who wants nothing less than all of me. Our God is a jealous God. To give Him anything less than all I can is to ignore what He’s done for me.
You see, I can be content where I'm at. God has given me a good life, a great family, a church with life in it. I don't mind doing my church service, greeting, putting meals together for others, even an occasional trip to help others out. That I can work into my schedule. What I can't is a God who is so big that compared to Him I'm just a speck, and with priorities that don't line up with mine. You see, if I'm willing to really stop and consider what it means to have a God this big, who sent His Son to die for my sins, it would be decidedly inconvenient. For the only response to this is that all I have is insignificant before the God before me, and my life is to be giving up wholly and completely as an offering to Him. Those books I really want to read, secondary. That show I like to watch, worthless. The time I give to my desires, inconsequential.
Though many of the things I do are not sins in themselves, if any of them so much as dares to take the place of a God who stepped into our world to die while I sat by and watched, then it should be cut off like a gangrenous foot and sacrificed to a God who wants nothing less than all of me. Our God is a jealous God. To give Him anything less than all I can is to ignore what He’s done for me.
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