hEAR mE rOCK

Regardless of how long I’ve been a Christian. I’m still so humbled by what happened on the cross.

I used to hate doing things to “beautify” the cross. Until I realized that despite the blood, the pain and the violence that took place on the cross… what actually happened there was beautiful. 

It’s so beautiful I can still smile every time I think about how much love poured out with his blood

I’m feeling a bit beat down. Like instead of being empowered, my passion is being crushed more often than not. Haha.. it might sound extreme.. but it’s how I feel.

I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m slightly confused… and yet I can’t stop soaking in the beauty of the cross. 

If you’re near my office currently, you’ll probably hear this song on repeat… 

“This is my prayer in the desert. When all that’s within me feels dry. This is my prayer in my hunger and need. My God is the God who provides.

This is my prayer in the fire. In weakness or trial or pain. There is a faith proved of more worth than gold. So refine me Lord through the flame.

I will bring praise. I will bring praise. No weapon formed against me shall remain. I will rejoice I will declare God is my victory and he is here

All of my life. In every season. You are still God and I have a reason to sing. i have a reason to worship

This is my prayer in the harvest. When favor and providence flow. I know I’m filled to be emptied again. The seed I’ve received I will sow.”

Yeah… it’s just SO beautiful…

Ahh… the prodigal son. He gets greedy.. leaves home.. eats pig slop.. comes back home.. big party.. blah blah blah.

But what about his brother? He stays home, works hard, can’t catch a break… and his little brother who’s been living the high life gets the party?

Maybe you can identify. You do everything right. You follow the rules. You work hard. And yet you end up watching the party for someone else. Unfortunately, I think that’s what has happened to a lot of Christians. Their sense of entitlement kicks in, and instead of celebrating when someone comes in, they want them to work just as hard to earn the acceptance.

Whether we admit it or not, we want people to earn it. Our pride wells up, and we want what we think we’ve earned. And we don’t think people should have blessings they didn’t earn.

The story isn’t just about the unconditional love of a father. It’s God reminding us that there will be opportunities for bitterness. When someone, who in our eyes, hasn’t earned something receives it. We have to remember none of us deserve grace. We don’t deserve to be blessed. We don’t earn it, and we can’t control it.

What we can control is how we respond. So, instead of screaming our injustices, let’s celebrate with our friends who have come home …