Since moving to the US I have been trying to get into reading my Bible more often. I'll be honest in telling you that I've never had great success in reading the Word. The desire is there in my heart and mind, though the discipline is not. I'm working on it. I have the reading plan from a Life Journal(if you want to know what that is, ask me)in my Bible and have been attempting to catch up, albeit very slowly!
Before arriving here, I was talking to a friend about being nervous to come. I wasn't nervous about moving, or about coming to a new place(I had already spent 3 months here). What made me the most nervous about leaving Vancouver was the idea of moving into a place(anywhere really)where I could sink back into 'worldly mode.' I was moving to Bangor, getting a job that actually paid me some ok money, and I was freaked out. I told my friend that I did not want to slid back into the world and all the desires that go along with it. I want to be a true disciple of Jesus, no matter the cost.
Jesus said:
"If you want to be my disciple, you must hate everyone else by comparison-your father, your mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters--yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you cannot be my disciple. And if you do not carry your own cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciple. But don't begin until you count the cost...So you cannot become my disciple without giving upTaking a few moments to picture my apartment, I don't actually "own" much of what's in it. All the clothes that I have fill a tiny section of the closet and a couple dresser drawers, and then I have some pots and dishes. I also have some boxes that are still in Toronto. Even when I do get those, much of that could be given away or thrown in the trash.
everything you own."
I don't own much. The question for today is, do I actually need all that I do own? Is it worth the cost? For me, hands down. Is it worth it for you? Take a look around your environment and ask yourself the same question.
Blessings.
1 comment:
now im reallly thinkin...
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