On Monday I wrote a post on why you should screw up your life. I said fear paralyzes us from going after what God’s calling us to. His invitation may screw up the comfortable lives we’ve spent years crafting.
In writing that post, I had a nagging voice in the back of my head. The voice kept asking a question: What if I’ve already screwed my life up, but not in a good way?
Unfortunately we all make mistakes. We may have the best of intentions and still end up blowing it. Maybe it’s getting married before you were ready and having the marriage fall apart. Or maybe it’s failing at a job over and over. Or maybe it’s getting two college degrees and a mountain of student loan debt only to not use any of the degrees.
Oh wait, that last one hits home a little.
I’m writing this post on my couch with my feet propped up on the table in front of me. It’s cold outside but I’m comfortable because we were able to pay the gas bill. My dog is across the room taking a nap. There’s a Dr. Pepper next to me and music playing around me.
My wife and I don’t have everything we want, but we definitely have everything we need. We haven’t gone on lavish vacations but we get to go home to see family this week. An unexpected payment to fix my car hit us last week but it’s not going to cripple us.
By every definition I’m comfortable.
As I read the Bible, I see dudes who were also comfortable. They had their normal life they’d spent years crafting and learning to love. They woke up, did their routine, hung out with the people they cared about, and went to bed. It may have been mundane, but at least it was comfortable.
All these guys have one thing in common: at some point, they all put everything on the line to go after what God was calling them to. They knew they might be screwing up their life but they believed in something bigger than themselves and went for it. They pushed past knowing people would make fun of them. They knew people wouldn’t understand what they were doing. They risked everything to go after the potential of something. Continue reading
Last month I had the privilege to teach at a retreat for college students and 20-somethings. It was one of the most fun things I’ve ever been able to do.
On Saturday night, I invited everyone to go off on their own and to pray/get some things settled within themselves. Then, when they finished, they could come back to the lodge where we’d been meeting. We had the worship band play the entire time so everyone could worship in response to what had been going on.
As people started trickling back in to the lodge, I saw one girl sitting in the third row by herself. She was a freshman in her first semester at college trying to figure this whole life thing out. I’d known her since she was a freshman in high school and she was a little sister to me in some ways.
The band kept playing and she kept sitting. Alone. After a few minutes I walked up and sat next to her. I didn’t say a word, just sat there quietly. She looked at me a few times trying to figure out what I was doing. I leaned over to her and said, “You realize you’re not alone, right?”
Boom. Instant water works.
okay, look, i admit it. when i was in high school, i was one of the emo kids. i wasn’t one of the ones that wore skin tight jeans and scarves and all of that, but i could’ve been classified in the emo kid group. i shopped at goodwill. i had chucks with song lyrics written on them. i wore the t-shirts of bands that you’ve never heard of. i went to shows in crappy bars and church gyms. i listened to saves the day, thursday, taking back sunday, brand new, and fall out boy. i had a pair of low cut american eagle corduroys.
i even wrote song lyrics to songs that didn’t exist.
i may not have looked like the emo kid but i most definitely was one of them. one of the things that emo kids do is put up song lyrics in random places. it used to be that we would put them up as our away message on aim. sometimes the lyrics would describe what we were doing and others would be just for the heck of it. then after aim sort of died, the cool emo kid thing to do was put those song lyrics as your facebook status.
now the cool emo kid thing to do is to put those song lyrics as titles to blog posts. Continue reading
Growing up, I swear I said the “sinner’s prayer” about 37 times a day. That’s not an exaggeration either. It may have been little kid me misunderstanding what the preacher was saying. But what I heard taught was that one sin could keep you out of Heaven. If you lie to your mom and then get hit by a bus before seeking forgiveness, you’d wake up in Hell.
Fun times, right?
This is what I believed well into college. I’d look at a girl in a sun dress on a spring day, think what 19-year-olds think, and then be terrified I was going to Hell. So, right there in the middle of a baseball game, I’d quietly say the sinner’s prayer yet again because I was afraid of losing my salvation.
It wasn’t until later in undergrad when I started to understand the whole idea of grace. It didn’t matter what I did – I couldn’t lose my salvation. Jesus dying on the cross was enough. Once I gave my life to him, there was nothing I could do to get kicked off the team.
Grace was one thing. Actions – well, that was a whole different ballgame. Continue reading
Recently I was in a worship service when the band began playing the song Oceans. If you don’t know the song, it’s based around these lyrics:
Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders.
Let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me.
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander.
Those lyrics, when you think about them, are terrifying. You’re basically saying, “God, move me out of my comfort zone. Take me down a road far past any I’d go on my own. I only trust you to this point. Take me past there. Let me bump against those barriers and willingly keep going.”
These lyrics were never meant to be taken lightly. They were written to be a prayer of a generation scared to death of doing what God called them to but even more scared of not trying. Their purpose was to shake us up, make us uncomfortable, and move us to action.
Instead, we’ve made them into Pinterest quotes that make us feel good.
But what if church isn’t supposed to make us feel good?
What if worship songs aren’t meant to be clever photo captions or pretty wall decorations?
What if the entire point of this whole thing is to flip our world upside down and move us past our nice feeling comfort zones? Continue reading
Have you ever walked down a busy street completely naked on a cold day?
But I’ve done something similar.
I’ve trusted someone.
Trust is hard. It’s scary. It makes you feel a lot like you’re walking down a busy street completely naked on a cold day.
When you open up and trust someone, you give them permission to know your junk. You allow them to see the deep, dark, oft-hidden secrets no one else gets to see. You give them access to things that could completely crush you and hope to God they don’t actually do that. Continue reading