On Resurrection Sunday obviously, Christ's resurrection is prominent & celebrated joyfully. It is a day of remembering the cost of salvation and rejoicing that God the Father would pay the price of his Son for such a broken world. But what about the other days of the year? What does it look like to focus upon the resurrection of our Savior on a Monday in March or a busy summer Saturday? If Christ's resurrection gives us victory over death through the Holy Spirit, what does it look to live in that resurrection power daily?
When I was younger, I would lurk around the Christmas tree, waiting for my mother to turn her back, so I could shake the brightly colored packages under its boughs. Even now as a college senior, I can't help but wake up earlier than usual to see what was stuffed in my stocking or to rip the paper off a present to reveal the book I have been patiently waiting to read.
Over the past few months, the Choctawk team has been having some pretty serious discussions on religion, politics, personal tragedies, and the need we see in the world. When you come to college, you'll come across people who believe differently than you, and you'll wrestle with your own beliefs and what they truly mean for your life. We feel as if these conversations are necessary to life, necessary to find the common humanity in others. Thus, we have decided to begin a series to discuss the hard things we've encountered; this is part one.
When God made us, He didn't make us able to do all the things all the time. He made us as humans, people who bare His image, but are not Him. We are not limitless, we are not able to meet everyone's needs, we are not perfect. When I realized that I'm not invincible--that I have natural-born limits--I knew that something had to change. I needed Jesus to show me how to love myself well in the midst of a chaotic season. And He did.
Friends, let's talk about boundaries.
When it comes to book recommendations, word of mouth is a powerful tool. Some of the books on this list, books that have changed my life, I only know about because of a friend. So today, I'm going to be that friend for you. These books, these bundles of words and sentences that have been bound together to create beauty, are my "must reads". Most of them are nonfiction, one of them is fiction, but they've all shaken my world and pointed me to Jesus.
A few years ago, my family went on a mission trip/ holiday to England. While we were in London, we visited St. Paul's Cathedral for a choral Evensong service. I wasn't particularly excited to be there; most of it was in Latin, and the idea of going to church for fun wasn't the most thrilling concept to my mind.