Letting go.

Every time someone says ‘I’m a failure’ or ‘I feel incompetent’ I think, ‘Right, you are.  You need to rely on Christ.’  Let go of trying to succeed on your own.  Let God move.  Then it’s really his success.  So no.  On this earth we’ll never be ‘successful.’  The only time we are, is when we let go.  In which case it’s really God who’s successful and gets the glory.  So in one sense I’m content in my failure in that I’ll never amount to more than that.  At the same time, striving for perfection.  That didn’t make any sense.  But it’s truth

Don’t blink

It feels like I’m saying bye to Wheaton and Naperville for the 5th time.  So many memories.  Almost all of my last two years revolved around this place.  It’s weird being half done college.  I still remember being a freshman.  Time goes so fast.  In the words of Kenney Chesney, “Life goes faster than you think; so don’t blink.”

Sick

In the country I’m in now, the dominant religion broadcasts a call to prayer five times a day.  It’s atonal and sounds, as my Grandma caricatured, ‘like someone’s sick’.  It honestly sounds like moaning.  But isn’t that what prayer is?  We are sick creatures calling out for mercy.  Although the rest of their theology may be wrong, and whether they recognize it at all, they and all the rest of us are sick.  We are moaning, in need of redemption.