In Lindsey’s first ever video blog she asks if secrecy should be a critical element in our life with Christ.
I am learning something, and it is changing this Chihuahua heart—sitting at Jesus’ feet like Mary, choosing the one necessity, is not meant to end with morning devotions. We can “sit” at His feet all day, even while we “run.” In some strange twist, it is only when our souls are quietly alert to receive from Jesus that we can run at all.
I don’t personally find myself often using the words "praise the Lord," but I’m sure that 2012 will bring me new opportunities to continue to thank Him excitedly. I’m also sure that this year will be strewn with heavy, hard days. I will cry—and I will probably cry hard. But I’m commanded to rejoice continually and give thanks in all circumstances.
It was always very clear to me that Christianity was not simply one facet of life to be dutifully attended to but the whole orb that everything else was somehow linked to. Life was about Jesus for my parents—and so it was for me too, externally. I prayed, obeyed my parents, memorized Scripture, shared the gospel … and did it all because I loved myself. I was spiritually dead, but I thought I was alive.
You know the basic plotline of salvation. God becomes a man. He lives a sinless life, teaches and performs miracles, is hung on a cross, dies in the place of sinners, and is raised to life three days later. The Bible informs us that He bore the wrath of God so we could become one with Christ-God’s own children.
So how does the innocent Man’s death make us righteous before the Father? Jesus is punished instead of me—and I’m somehow forgiven. God dies so we can live with Him. How is that even … right?