There's been a struggle... ever since I came back from that place which now holds a very large section of my heart.
I can't run away from it.... and He won't leave it alone.
Particularly the last few days.
I wake up and pray like crazy all the way to work.
Then at lunch , there it is in my inbox, a post about the very struggle.
I share with a co-worker... who happens to be struggling too.
This idea that radical faith...... that, well, it really isn't so radical. Its the NORM.
Because a life transformed by the love of a God who so loved that He gave.... He gave.... so we too should give.
And if He gave His one and only... shouldn't we give Him our everything?
That maybe, since our lives have been transformed... that we should look, and act, and see differently.
So differently that to those in the dark our way seems foreign.... and maybe a tad uncomfortable.
Why do we look at those who give, who sacrifice for the needy, who actually live as though the words He wrote are true.... why do we look at them and call them radical? Is that not how Jesus said we should live? Is that not the way it should be for each of us?
Or is that one of those not-to-be-talked-about subjects among those living a comfortable life sitting in a church pew talking about those radical people who have such amazing faith?
And what about me? Am I one sitting in the pew or am I one who stands out? Do I live the Word? Do I live what I read or do I simply tuck it away for a rainy day or for when it suits me or for when I have time?
Do I read the words and live as if He really does exists?
Do we read the words in Matthew 7 and just not understand or rather do we ignore it because the truth of those words make us realize that our life should look different then it currently does?
Because the Lord is very clear that the road is narrow and the gate is small... only a few find it.