I want to speak out on something. I’ve decided I no longer believe in lazy people. There are only people who are meeting their goals, and people who haven’t started yet. I woke up this morning and said “I’m a lazy writer. I’m depressed. I’m sick. I’m addicted to Facebook.” I am tired of wonderful people being sabotaged by themselves, when you should be your own biggest champion.
No. Everyone is valuable. I am no longer accepting the lie that for some reason you are not entitled to your personal happiness–and thus, I might not be as well. Quit telling me you’re out of the game.
Life is like a gym, and you’re the kid that can’t lift the 5 lb. bar. The first day you go in, everyone’s going to laugh at you. But if you go in every day, you’ll move up to the 10, the 15, and the 20, and you’ll still be working the gym when everyone else stopped showing up.
Everyone has different challenges. And yeah, it’s going to be hard. But it’s going to be a lot harder if you define yourself by those challenges, and that’s not how Jesus sees you either. Every day and every second can be a new beginning. I am no longer accepting negativity in my life.
One year ago on this day 49 people were killed at the Orlando gay nightclub “Pulse” on its weekly Latin Night. More than 50 more were injured and about 200 more escaped as survivors. It was the deadliest mass shooting in US history, and I would urge you to do some research on the stories of the victims.
When I heard about the news I was on vacation at the beach, and at first I brushed it off as “just another shooting.” (A pretty lame response, I’m sorry to admit.) But when I looked closer, what I found shocked and angered me. Though we can only move forward if we forgive, I find myself thinking about this event so often. 49 people killed by an American citizen.
I struggle to find words to make sense of it. How can we fight terrorism overseas when we are so busy fighting it on our own soil?
Before he was killed, the shooter pledged allegiance to ISIS. But it was a gay nightclub, and it was Latin Night. It is hard to stay complacent when entire communities are targeted in this way, and unchecked bigotry threatens everyone’s security. I pray for a world where we all show a better side of humanity. We WILL get there. But we have not arrived there yet, and I remain upset.
Rest in Peace.
For the last 3 1/2 months, I have been living as if there were no redemption.
This entire weekend, the only thoughts I’ve had about Easter were how “ill-prepared” I was spiritually to face it.
Despite the entire religious observance being about grace, I have felt guilt at not spending enough time meditating and being “Christian enough” to fully appreciate it. I have had only a dull apathy.
This morning, I overslept and my inaction caused me to miss the celebration at my home church.
I have been praying that on Easter, God would show up, and wreck my life, and I think it is in that space of inability to pave the way for my own salvation that God works most.
When we judge ourselves, or when we are in a time in life where we only seem to encounter judgment, punishment, and no mercy–in other words, when we are in the Wilderness, it is easy to forget that the reason we continue living through it at all is the hope of our reward in heaven.
We are a fallen people, and though our world is being redeemed, it is full of self-inflicted darkness.
But the promise of Easter is that we have the power to overcome sin through the penalty having been transacted on the cross.
Because of that truth, nothing else in our lives matters but the love we show to each other, and our overflowing worship to God. The one is fueled by the other. Our enemies on earth are the very same people that Jesus died for, and they are the ones we must love the most relentlessly.
I hope wherever you are, you have had a blessed Easter.