Christmas is a time for unbridled merriment and irrational joy, so today I thought I’d throw a little dose of sober in your eggnog. Perhaps this post will earn me a visit from three spirits? We’ll see.
What does it really mean to be a follower of Jesus?
As a lifelong “churchie,” that’s a question I’ve really wrestled with. Is Christ truly leading my life, or am I just trying to get him to come along on my journey? (After all, He is a great travel partner. I hear He has status in all the airline lounges). If you’ve followed my blog even sporadically for any length of time, this is a question you know I’m not afraid to pose.
To follow simply means to go after. To willfully submit. To listen and respond. Which led me to write the following question in my journal this morning:
“Is there anything God has already said to me that I’m not listening to, obeying, or that I’m rationalizing away?”
I’m spending the day with this one. Maybe you want to join me? It’s my early Christmas gift to you.
(If you behave, I may even let you have another lump of coal for the fire, too).