Shout Unto God

This is unbelievably beautiful. And heart-wrenching.
It is also exactly why I long to be a missionary in India.

These people need to see that they are valued.
They need to see that they are treasured.
They need to be told that they are wanted.
They need to be told that they are not only worth something to the Creator of the universe, but that they were worth dying for on the cross.

There is hope for them, and His name is Jesus.

Hallelujah.

The salt of the earth.

Yesterday, after a spontaneous lunch with a good friend of mine, I had an even more spontaneous theological discussion with three men sitting next to me. These three men were people that I had never met nor seen before in my life, but I jumped right in anyways. One was a freshman, Jonathan, also a Christian; and the two other men were professors at Iowa State. The man sitting next to me believed himself to be an atheist, talking about why he had been driven away from the church but wanted so badly to believe in Christ. The other man sitting across from me was, I believe to be, a Christian; perhaps he was a believer, perhaps he wasn't. He spoke as a believer, so I assumed him to be one.

They were talking about the hypocracy of the church, as well as why they both had left it: people would go with smiles and laughs on Sunday morning, talking about God, and live the rest of the week acting as if He did not exist. These men were craving kindness, they were craving grace, and they were craving genuinity; above all else, they were craving to see Jesus through believers. As we spoke, I wanted these men to see the grace of God. There was this strong desire within me to tell them how much He loved them and wanted them, which I did. And I just wanted to keep talking about grace, which I also did. The Holy Spirit totally took over. We continued discussing what the church was to look like, as well as how we have the opportunity to become like Christ and that the law was abolished after Christ came until the two men had to leave to teach class.

The young man stayed behind to pray with me, and he talked to me more about God and life in general. Then, once he was gone, it hit me: How come it was so easy for me to talk about Jesus with these complete strangers, and yet I sometimes do not talk about Him with those that I am close to? Ouch. Conviction. It happened. The fact is this: I should always be talking about Jesus. After all, He is my entire purpose. So why not? Fear is no good reason, because it no longer has a hold over my life. I should always take advantage of spreading the gospel.

And yet, at the same time, how beautiful is it that God did use me to plant a seed in the hearts of these men? Not only that, but to show them His scandalous and ravishing grace. It's also a comfort to know that Jonathan, who is filled with so much knowledge of the Bible and is so grounded, is a brother in Christ. I can only pray now that the words that I said would help them to see Jesus; I pray that I can show the face of the Savior not just through my speech, but through everything that I do.

Sometimes it astounds me to know that God can use someone like me. It's crazy to me how He can give me the words to say to spread His love at the most random times. Well, random to me. He can put me in situations to show His grace and mercy, letting His light shine through the darkness in me - letting me be the salt of the earth.

The purpose of me writing this is to show you that God can always, always use you, even when you may feel useless. He can shine through you, even when you are facing a mountain of discouragement in your heart. Whenever you feel alone? There are brothers and sisters all around you, and He gives you Himself. He will use these opportunities to bring everyone to Himself. Let your life be used to be kind-hearted, humble, and give glory to the One who made it - to become more like Christ, who gave His own for you, for we are children of the light. Let Him lead you.

Homeward bound.

Death can be very difficult and painful. It can do something in your heart that may feel uncomfortable; it can bring plenty of sorrow, or it can bring joy and relief.

In any situation, it stirs up a lot of emotions in our hearts. Throughout my life, from the time that I was four years old when my father's father passed away, I have known that it is just a part of life. It always hits home, though, especially when that person was very close to you. Recently it did, when my grandmother passed away very unexpectedly this weekend. Earlier this semester someone that I had taken care of passed away; before then, one of my grandfathers; there were suicides in towns close to mine, along with deaths of classmates because of car accidents.

With all of this, it has helped me to realized more and more how fleeting this life is. It can be gone in the blink of an eye; just before we know it, someone else is taken from this world. There have been shootings, bombings, murders. Every day. In Isaiah 40:6-8, it says this: "A voice says, 'Cry!' And I said, 'What shall I cry?' All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever."

So what of it? What do we do then?

For me, it has opened my eyes to the need for each person that I come in contact to know that they are loved by the Savior of the world. Not only that, but that He died on the cross so that they may live eternally. The only reason why I am alive today is to proclaim the gospel to others- to give God all of the glory, in word, in deed, and in truth. I live to show that there is a hope after we leave this world. In God's Word, He reassures me of this fact time and time again.

Yes, I do believe that there can be joy in death. How? For those that believe in Jesus, they go to heaven. And praise Jesus. Forever and ever. If there isn't joy in that, I don't know what could be more joyous. F'real.

What comes to mind for me when I think of joy in death are these verses:

"When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:

'Death is swallowed up in victory.'

'O death, where is your victory?

O death, where is your sting?'"

- 1 Corinthians 15:54-55

During this time, I am reassured that my grandmother is praising Jesus in heaven right now. And you know what? Her heart isn't hurting anymore; her lungs are entirely healed and she can breath like never before. She is completely restored with an entirely new body that I'm pretty certain is much better than my own.

Also, this:

"But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like His glorious body, by the power that enables Him even to subject all things to Himself."

- Philippians 3:20-21

This, too:

"For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked. For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.
So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil."
-2 Corinthians 5:1-10

I am filled with this peace that only Christ can give me. My heart is so full. Tears of both joy and sorrow will fill my eyes. And these eyes are fixed on Christ Jesus, for I am homeward bound. Even so, it is well with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul.

Wonderfully mind-boggled.

You know those times where something hits you like a bus, and you may be doing something seemingly trivial, but all of a sudden you are floored because it is just that extraordinary?

Well, that just happened. Whilst pondering on what I learned at connection group, over-thinking on my German homework, social media-ing, reading articles, and sitting on my couch. It's getting real late, but I am kind of awake. And it all hit me. Again.

God is incredible and beyond me.
He gives me gifts that I do not deserve.
He surrounds me with those that love me.
Most of all, He chooses to love me.
And He continually showers me with His grace.

Jesus extends to me kindness through strangers.
He blows my mind with the stars that are in the night sky.
Because of Him, the sun rises in its glory each day.
I am found in He who created me; my identity rests in Him.
And He surrounds me with Himself, giving me peace.

No matter what, the Lord is there for me always.
When I run away from Him, He waits.
He is patient with me in my ignorance.
He gives me joy in His presence.
And one day I will see His marvelous face.

Now I see small glimpses of Himself, but one day I will see Him, in all of His splendor and might. And on that day I will be filled with the greatest joy that I have experienced since the day that He first called me His child. For I am forever His and He is forever mine.