It is with great humility, if there is such a thing, and even a bit of reluctance that I make this small offering of words. What you will find in this blog is the story of my journey with Jesus and my journey with others, at least up until this point. I turned forty this year. One truth I have discovered is that the more I learn about Jesus, the more I realize I don’t know. He’s always bigger. I keep getting smaller, but I think that’s a good thing. In the process I know he is transforming me more and more into his likeness. Paul wrote that he is faithful to finish what he started, that he will carry on His work in us until its completion. And in this I am confident.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Death

I sit here at Sharptop with 200 of my high school friends from home. They are hearing about Jesus. I am floored every time. Because here, for some reason, kids get real and kids get honest. They dump thier pain...and there is a lot of it. That's the way it seems these days...more so than I remember when I was in high school. The questions they are asking: Do I matter? Does anyone really love me for who I really am? Does anyone notice me? Am I beautiful enough?

And there is a kid here with us whose dad took his own life two weeks ago. And he is hearing about Jesus. I wonder what the questions are he is asking?  I don't have the answers. And sometimes I don't think it's about the answers. I think it's about being with others in the midst of pain and brokenness...and pointing them to the one who brings dead things to life. Jesus.

"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"

In a flash
In the twinkling of an eye
At the last trumpet
the dead will be raised imperishable.
and WE WILL BE CHANGED!  1 Corinthians 15:52-55
Posted by Eric Faison at 9:35 AM

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