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In a land of lesser gods

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How badly do we want God compared to all the other things we crave? This the difference between living a mediocre, anemic Christian life and one that is powerful for the Kingdom. 

Taking a step away from Facebook for the past few days, I see how my judgment has become influenced by this world.  Am I aiming to live a life about which God says,  “Well done, good and faithful servant”?  Or one that chases the wind of my own goals, timelines, and image?  Am I willing to step away from things that eat into my time with Him... even good things like being an excellent wife/mother/friend/employee?  Or have I not allowed any time in my schedule for God to take me in directions other than the ones I have planned?

In a generation and culture of weak Christianity, I find myself wondering what sort of faith drove the apostles to their deaths singing.  It must be the same faith our brothers and sisters in the persecuted church live out, every day, around the world.  A faith that is scarily absent in many of our large/hipster American churches.  A faith that is, to be honest, intimidatingly knocking on the door of my heart… but that I don’t often let in. 

Christ is worth so much more than a once a day or once a week tip of my hat. He is everything.  Worth giving up my sleep,  and social media,  and dreams of achieving non-Kingdom goals.  

Could I check all the boxes on my life to-do list, and miss the top one of knowing my Savior better every blessed day He allows me to walk on this earth?  Absolutely.  And I pray God saves me from the tendency,  which arises in my own heart as easily as in every Christian living in this nation of lesser gods.

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