Well tomorrow at this time, I will be boarding a plane headed to Tokyo, Japan and then catching a flight to Singapore. 22 hours of flying will give me much time to read, journal, rest, and dream about what the Lord might do in and through me and the CCP team this summer.
This past weekend, I was studying something I often find myself going back to, the cost of discipleship. Jesus speaks in Matthew 10:34-46 about the cost for someone to be His disciple. I was comparing this passage with Luke's account in Luke 14:25-35. Both state Jesus's bold claims clearly, but something hit me really hard in Luke 14. He mentions that if anyone wishes to be Jesus' disciple, he/she must hate their own life as well. Matthew describes this in v38-39, but it really took some heart searching and meditation to consider all the ways in which I still love my life. From the idolatry of wanting acceptance of people or often the idol of success, I am very much after my own name to be made great as well. Even in the midst of doing great things such as evangelism, scripture memory, and other things, I so often want to make a good name for my self as well. It was very humbling as I thought and prayed through the mindset of Isaiah 64:6, that even our righteous acts are like filthy rags before our great and Holy God. However, it was very refreshing and comforting that after confession, I was reminded that just as my salvation was not earned or merited to me through my performance, neither is my relationship and intimacy not destroyed by my pitiful performance, as the more I seek the Lord, the more I see my brokenness and need to a HUGE and Gracious Savior since my sin is so great.
Please pray for my heart to be much more broken and much greater hatred of sin. I want to be a man who is constantly being sanctified and this translates into loving the things more that God loves, and hating the things that God hates more. I love yall and pray that each would bee comforted and humbled with 1 Timothy 1:15b - Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst.
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