I surrender to Him. He molds me. I am not my own, I am Christ’s; my life is not my own, it is His. Christ walked with us for a while and now, endowed with His Holy Spirit, we walk. We walk to be seen. We walk so that others may know Him.
In my early 30’s I took my family to church. I wanted to heal and learn and worship. I sought a traditional Bible study but was encouraged by a well-meaning member to join an evangelism class. The whole thing scared me. I just started attending church, how could I evangelize? I needed to learn to swim but was thrown out to sea. It was way over my head. I loved God, but I didn’t know yet what I had to offer to anyone. I was still finding my own way to Him, how could I guide others?
At the same time, another member told me if it wasn’t readily apparent to others that a person was saved then they weren’t truly “born again.” This gnawed at me. Does being saved look the same in everyone? Are there not depths of intimacy with Christ? Doesn’t God know my heart and lead me into the waters of His love in His perfect way? I wanted to be a Christian, unafraid and bold. I had to trust that God was working that out in me.
It’s not that they were wrong; it’s that I wasn’t strong. I hadn’t walked far down the path, but I was being shown glimpses of things to come along the way. I am thankful for the small faith and hope in Christ that I had. It was visible to Him. May the love of Christ be visible in me. May the light of Christ in me gently and lovingly make the way clear for others.
The woman said to Elijah, “now I know that you are a man of God and that the word of the Lord from your mouth is the truth.” 1 Kings 17:24
Meeting God at the Park 