I wrote a post a while ago proclaiming my dislike of being a trendy Christian. In my opinion, a trendy Christian, or one who raises their hands during worship just to be seen or who wears the WWJD bracelets just to fit in, is something that is becoming a serious issue. I don't know, maybe I am just turned off by what I perceive to be spiritual fanaticism. I was raised to love God and love Him in my way...I guess I never understood that others can worship in a different way.

I have realized that focus too much of my disdain of my faith on others. What does that matter? I recall a certain scripture about removing the plank from my eye before I remove a speck from another person's eye. I waste so much of my time concerned with being seen...and therefore, I fit my definition of the one thing I don't want to be. I don't want to shout freedom and revolution, and yet, I refuse to act in freedom and revolution in Christ. I don't want to look like a crazy Christian fanatic...yet I refuse to even act like a Christian sometimes.

Where is the happy medium?

Hmm...I look at others and I see passion. I look at others and I see fanaticism. But I don't look at myself. My priorities are severely screwed up. If I am a Christian, I should live like a Christian. And if I recall correctly, that doesn't necessarily mean that I should raise my hands towards heaven, as some would say, when a Christian song comes on the radio. It doesn't require me to recite scripture at the drop of a hat, nor to place it for all to see on my facebook page.

But what I've failed to miss is that I don't have to, but I can. Me. That's where this is going. I chose to follow God. I love God. I would do anything for God, even allow Him to turn me upside down so I can actually be right-side-up. So why don't I act like it? Why do I concern myself with others...what does that matter in this individual relationship with Christ. He is the judge...not me...hmm...

Today's Highs and Lows are...

Happy belated new year everyone!

Sorry for the time lapse...I was in St. Louis for Intervarsity's Global Missions Conference, Urbana. It was probably one of the best, if not the best, experiences in my life. I was both exhausted and excited about what God was doing in my heart and the hearts of the 18,000 other college students from 100 countries of the world and all 50 states. So, now that I have had some time to relax I hope to make this a much more frequent blog.

So I was gonna talk about God's call in one's life. I had it all in my head and I was ready to just write it all out. But I think that is gonna have to go on the back burner for right now. I think I am going to talk about something I am going through at this very moment.

I wish everyday was Urbana. I wish my time was spent hanging out with all 18,000 students just worshiping the Lord and learning how to serve Him. But if everyday were like that then that would diminish the purpose of the conference, and His word.

Spiritual highs and lows are something that comes naturally. Sometimes way too naturally. How do we cope? How do we continue? How do we live like we did when we were spiritually high?

To be honest, I don't have those answers. I have begun journaling my thoughts and struggles with the return to normalcy in hopes of finding some solace. I also have begun spending more time with God in prayer in hopes of maintaining a healthy relationship with Him. At Urbana, I learned a type of prayer that really helps me out with this issue. I pray to God in phrases or questions, and then sit in silence for a little bit, allowing Him to speak to me, whether it be a whisper or burning bush. I journal those prayers as well.

I am hoping to continue this process, updating it here for you to see. But also I am going to be discussing some changes in my life as a result of Urbana, and God's call. You may be surprised to find that some of my "dreams" have diminished, while others have flourished. Life is never settled. It is always changing. My path continues to mature and transform into something that is worthwhile. We'll see where it leads me...