Higher

Christian life is a higher dimensional life.

I heard this expression today; it was one of those things you hear and wonder why you never thought about it that way before. Christ calls us to higher and different places we never dreamed or believed we would ever be at.

I’m still learning to count the cost. Obviously, a higher dimensional life sounds like something I should want, and now that I’ve gotten a taste of it, I can’t imagine going back to my old life of dulled emotions and fruitless endeavors. He expects us to suffer if we take His callings seriously. But there is hope and a reason for all our suffering.

He calls us into an abundant life. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly [John 10:10]. But with the life He promises us, not only is there more adventure, but more ups and downs as well; all the joys are so much greater, but there is also so much more intensity of pain as we begin to suffer for His sake and experience the same suffering He feels when we sin against Him. Let us all aspire to live in the higher dimension and not settle for less.

Life | No. 10

Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. [James 1:19-20]

Yesterday, one of the sprinklers went off on my dorm floor, and the water ended up reaching my room. I didn’t think much of it at first when I heard, because my roommates told me our room’s floor wasn’t entirely soaked yet. My guitar, the one item I thought might get ruined, was untouched (honestly it was saved by the grace of God). We were still able to laugh about this whole situation back then. I just grabbed some essentials and left them in a friend’s room, in case we couldn’t go back to our room for the night.

Later in the day, we were told we actually needed to move out of our room completely because all the carpet and furniture needed to be replaced. After being assigned temporary rooms for the next 3-4 weeks, we packed up literally everything, as if this was finals week already and we were moving out for the summer. But we weren’t. We were only moving out because of a faulty sprinkler system.

Anger quickly flooded my heart. I kept asking myself why this was happening to us right in the middle of midterm season, why we had to move everything out (we all have a lot of stuff, and a fridge and filing cabinet that needed to be moved, so it was quite an ordeal). I just didn’t understand, so my natural default of anger just slipped out. On Friday night though, we went through James 1, and I could feel God trying to convict me over and over again through this experience that I am quick to anger, which does not produce righteousness. When I’m quick to anger, it’s because I’m entitled. It’s because I am not thinking things through. It’s because things are not going how I would want them to, if things were actually under my control. But life is never under my control.

It never ceases to amaze me how well the Bible understands our condition, our tendencies. God always also seems to speak to us in the right moments, reminding us of really how much we need to be saved.

 

Cause I need You Jesus to come to my rescue. Oh where else can I go. There is no other name by which I am saved. [‘Rescue’ – Desperation Band]

Happy Easter

Happy Easter! I just wanted to share a song that moved me to tears on Good Friday. ‘How Deep the Father’s Love For Us’ depicts the passion of Christ. It was not just other people’s sin that held him there, but also mine. He died for me.  Because my sin necessitated such a ransom payment. He saw me, a wretch, a deceiver, an adulterer, a robber, a murderer, but still wanted to pursue me and make me His greatest treasure. ‘If others think me a failure, they think the truth – but I am a failure who has found peace through the blood of Christ’s cross’ (We Would See Jesus, Roy Hession). Thank the Lord for giving all of us a gift we could not give ourselves, for saving us from something we can’t even control. That is the love of the Father.  Continue reading “Happy Easter”

Fruits of Our Lives

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Please forgive the terrible drawing and photograph.

Belief is not a doctrine; it demands expression. People can see what we believe based on how we live our lives. If I believe, as my drawing shows, that I am worthless, I bear the fruit of insecurity. If I believe that I need to work for everything in life, my life is filled with competition, dissatisfaction, emptiness. If I believe that everything is justifiable in the end, I will be reckless in my ambition as I try to prove my worth. Continue reading “Fruits of Our Lives”

The Cross

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At a conference I went to last weekend, the pastor illustrated our Christian walk through the above diagram. The first picture reflects how the greatness of the cross increases as we see our own sinfulness more and more over time, compared to God’s holiness. The bottom picture depicts a life where we begin to drift away from God, slowly justifying our own sinfulness as not being that bad, while also being unable to truly see how set apart and different God’s standard is; this is when the cross shrinks, when we don’t see the difference between holiness and sinfulness anymore, and we no longer see a need to be saved. May the weight and wonder of the cross grow in each of us.

 

Holy, there is no one like You. There is none beside You. Open up my eyes in wonder. Show me who You are and fill me with Your heart and lead me in Your love to those around me. [‘Build My Life’ – Housefires]

Life | No. 9

For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. [Romans 7:18-19]

I just do not listen. Countless times I’ve gotten feedback about my life, how to de-stress, re-prioritize. All I hear is my own voice above the noise.

Life, as it is now, always seems to boil down to one thing right now: career. Not even school. Not even God. Career. Last Friday, I returned from work feeling distressed. As I was talking to my small group leader about the upcoming spring quarter, the tears could not be held back. Thinking about the volunteering commitment I would be returning to and a new writing internship, on top of my current internship, job, writing projects, fellowship, and four classes, my chest felt tight. Sometimes I struggle to remember to even breathe and slow down. Continue reading “Life | No. 9”