EDIT: You have until tonight at midnight to enter the drawing for the Expelled DVD. Woohoo!
Kidding. I just like using the word “lieu.” And really, how often does it come up in conversation? Not often enough.
Seriously, though, if you want to get me something for my birthday, you can pray for our country and this election. Not that a certain candidate will win but that we will be in tune with the very heart of God, that we will love what He loves and hate what He hates, that blind eyes will be opened, that lost souls will find Christ and accept His sacrifice, that God will be glorified in each of us in the days and months ahead.
You can also pray for me. That I’ll completely surrender every bit of my life to Him. That His will would be my will. That I would bring glory to Him in everything I do. Specifically, that He would show me what He wants me to do with a project near and dear to my heart. I chatted with a gal about it yesterday and desperately seek God’s guidance.
I’m 33 today. The age Jesus was when He died. Kind of adds some perspective to His sacrifice. He was so young. I feel so young. (My MIL just told me that 33 was Gabe’s grandma’s favorite birthday. “It was as long as Jesus lived. Everything else is just a ‘plus.'”)
It won’t be long before I’m older than Jesus. This is weird.
You know, growing up, how you would watch college basketball, and all the guys are older than you? So grown up. And now they’re just kids. Crazy.
Or better yet, I remember being a 6th grader and having a crush on Denny Lehmer, a senior on the high school basketball team. I was a child. And to me, Denny was a full-grown man (ha!). With spiky blond hair, a big smile, and the #33 across his chest. (or was it #30? 25? hmmm…) I saw him at Applebees one night after I was in college. Somehow he knew who I was, and we chatted for a second. He was sitting alone at the bar, and all of that mystique from days past had fizzled out.
Anyway. That’s not my point with Jesus. My point is that I’ve always thought of him as a man older than me. Soon, he’ll be a young man I might have patted on the shoulder had I known him when he was on earth.
Except He’s God. Not just some nice, helpful guy who loved the poor. I hate that people reduce my God to that. I would almost rather people hate Jesus than think he was just a nice guy. If you don’t believe that Jesus is the only way to God, if you don’t believe He gave his life on the cross as the perfect sacrifice for us wretched sinners, then it’s best that you think of him as the enemy. He’s not a nice guy. He’s an intolerant, jealous God who claims to be the only way you can get to heaven. If that’s not true, then He’s a liar. I hate that people go on and on about all Jesus did for the poor (which is absolutely great and true) BUT then stop there. They look at his life but ignore His death, the very reason He came to earth.
Wow, my girls need to get to school, and I have to pack their lunches. All I meant to do was remind you about my birthday in case you wanted to sing. Happy Pumpkin Day! And happy birthday, Jamie!