Am I Ashamed?

I'm taking New Testament Survey online this semester. I learned something very interesting this week. 1/4 of Matthew and Luke, 1/3 of Mark and 1/2 of John are devoted to the last week of Jesus' life. Everything from His triumphal entry into Jerusalem to His brutal death to His resurrection was exhaustively recorded by the gospel writers. They each wrote to a different audience, but they knew without a doubt that everyone reading these accounts needed the Good News.

Do we treat the Gospel that way?

2,000 years later, we in North America have these accounts in their entirety, in multiple translations and formats. I know that even with all these resources, I find it scary to share the Gospel with the same urgency and passion these writers had. I long to have the attitude expressed by Paul in Romans 1:16:

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile." (NIV)

The Church should be solely focused on spreading the Good News and making disciples. That's why we're here. Whatever happens lets make this our primary goal. It's God's heart that everyone come to Him- through the Church

New Posting Day

I realize I didn't post yesterday as I normally do on Wednesdays. I've come to the conclusion that with my class schedule and overall commitment to Southgate Interns, it would be best for me to post weekly on Saturdays from now on. I'm also going to be thinking and praying about where to take this blog in the coming weeks and months. I know there are great days ahead as I keep writing.

Journeys and Stumbles

Is it better to move in darkness
Just to move?
Or must there be light?

That's what she asked as she crept along the wall
Looking for the door

Once she grasped the latch,
The door gave way

Shadows of a garden
Were illuminated by the moon and stars
Enough to head towards the sunrise

You Always Knew...

With relief I saw
A chance to reach the mountain
Since then I've been running

Wherever I have been.before
All I've seen is the endless plain
Now I know

Now there is something
On the horizon

How do tired feet feel
Standing firm just below the sky
As tired eyes
Behold an endless view?

Soon I will know...