Walking Along

Half a year in my little walk, and I still find it strange. I still am looking at my self from a distant perspective. As if I see myself from beyond the veil of life.

As I move through the scriptures, I feel right. Not as in I'm correct, but I feel like I was meant for this... Life. That somehow I am on the right path.

It's been very strange, this whole God thing. 'Spirituality.' I look on it from different direction than before. Yet in my mind, I still have my old understandings. I can evaluate myself from that old standard.

God is very real, very active in my life. It's strange, but there are times where he is more active than anything else. Those of you looking at this from the outside of Christianity may not get this at all, but God speaks to His children. It's as if whole world becomes a divine comedy, a playground for me to play in. Little things line up, and even the flowers begin to have meaning.

Today, I was reading Psalm 119. It is incredible how close you can feel to a writer thousands of years dead. I can imagine my dad having written this. Or read this.

The hopes, the pain, the internal strife. The understanding of helplessness, yet the anticipation of blessings. The sheer willingness to submit to God, and the cry for help in doing so. The seeking, the longing for closeness. The humanity.

We are human.

You are human. You reading this. Somehow you've already touched my soul. You have shared in my feelings. Perhaps you have my hopes. I know we both want to happy.

We all dream of peace. So walk, walk along with me. ;-)

To Pick up ones Cross?

Luke 9: 23 Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. 24 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it. 25 What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit their very self? 26 Whoever is ashamed of me and my words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of them when he comes in his glory and in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels.

What is our cross?

I find myself looking at what was the point of Jesus' cross. I'm not overly sure about where my thoughts have taken me. So let me draw them out.

As far as I'm aware, Jesus was perfect. He didn't need salvation in the sense we needed it. Righteous, blameless, and well... holy. He was also the Son of God. His cross did not save Him.

His cross saved us.

Through His blood, perfect, holy, pure, which his spilt on His cross, we are saved. At least that is what the Bible teaches. Right?

Now I shift to my cross. Jesus says, if you want to be my disciple I must pickup cross and follow along. So here's the thought, I had today. My life isn't about me, neither is my cross. The cross borne for me already has been placed, the Messiah already bled there. I've been saved, my sins have been forgiven. Now, my service, my cross, is to those who are as yet outside of that? Just some random thoughts.