I turned 37 a few weeks ago, and birthdays can cause us to re-evaluate life. And a trend that I've noticed in my own life is that I don't really care about other people. I mean, I want them to do well, and I wish everyone much success and happiness, but at my own expense? I don't think so.
Our pastor preached yesterday on Jesus healing a blind man, and he asked the question, "If you were blind, how would you know?"
I must say, I think John Piper (read Desiring God and see what you think) got it right. Why would anyone want to be a Christian if all they get is, "STOP doing all of the fun things that have made life worth living all these years and START being good! Now!" That is duty. But "Let me tell you about One who healed my disease, who fills every void in my life with goodness, who knows me and delights in me and is every day making me more into the person I am supposed to be..." That is choice.
I am tired of being afraid to fully engage with other people, to make their problems my own, to love them like they are my mother, brother, child even though they may be complete strangers. I feel like for 37 years I have lived on the fringes of life, unwilling to say hard things because someone might not like me, unsure of how to reach out to someone so just not reaching out at all. I pray that I might see, really see the people around me every day, get a glimpse of their struggles and hear God tell me, "You see what I've shown you here Susan? There's someone who needs my love, and you can give it to them. I'm going to help you, but you've got to go to them. I'll be with you; don't be afraid." I want to live the life He's given me, and jump right into the middle of it with eyes wide open. I want to see.
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