I just jumped out of bed! I have to write this, but I don't know why. I should be sleeping. It's 2am and I'm ready for sleeping pills or something to get me back on a normal sleeping schedule. Jesus has been on my mind, and something inside forced me to get up and write it out. I thought about pride. I'm ready to see big changes in myself. The thing that stuck out in my thoughts was, "How many times in the new testament did I see Jesus flex his muscles?" It's a little tricky. Did He ever actually flex them... no. Did He show His power... yes. Being totally humble about who He is. I was laying in bed a few nights ago, and I thought about being a god. Mind you, I know that I'm not, nor do I want to be. People these days put so much importance on how great they are, maybe not claiming to be like gods, but their actions speak louder than their words. The men and women I'm thinking about want to be important. I'm speaking to myself here so I guess this is for me. Feels good to get it out in writing. Back to the subject... so they want to be gods, and then boom tragedy happens. All of a sudden we go looking for someone bigger for comfort, or maybe we should but we don't because of pride. The bigger in this case would be someone we can trust, someone who is faithful, someone who can make real miracles happen. Someone who sees the end and waits patiently knowing that "it is good." Here we are, struggling to make a name for ourselves. Wanting to make sure that we are heard, and you know what, we are.
Matthew 28: 18-20
18Then Jesus came near and said to them, All authority has been given to me in heaven and on earth. 19Go, therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember I am with you always to the end of the age."
