Who is Jesus

Who is Jesus, to you?

Is he a man who you recognize? Or a face only seen on Sundays?

Is he one whom tries to exclude? Or calls out hypocritical followers?

Was he merely a man, or a good prophet? Or is he also the Son of God?

Does he love and died for everyone? Or for only those like you?

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What if ‘Christian’ was no longer a title or noun–
But a verb?

Is it not some type of state of being,
Though we often treat it as such.
For you see, a verb is an action,
While a noun is just a thing.
In order to jump, you must be jumping,
But to be a person, you must simply be born.
To be takes no effort, no sweat, no sacrifice,
While a verb must constantly be in motion,
Constantly in action,
Constantly doing instead of simply being.

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God vs. Monsters

In every culture, there are legends of monsters. Frightening creatures such as the Greek’s Cerebus: a titanic dog with three heads, each with a mane of snakes, and a serpent for a tail. The North American Wendigo: a beast similar to Bigfoot, but with antlers, flesh so tight to its bones, it almost appears as a skeleton, and its blue heart can be visibly seen beating in its chest. Or the Bogeyman: a monster that kidnaps and devours disobedient children.

We all have monsters that we’re afraid of, for not all monsters are mythical in nature. This picture of Foxy, from the game Five Nights at Freddy’s, is here to represent the monsters within our own lives.

In fact, there are several monsters within the pages of the Bible, such as the mighty Behemoth (Job 40:15-24) and the fierce Leviathan (Job 41). But, not all monsters are beasts, such as the man Goliath, who was defeated by God through the shepherd boy David (1 Samuel 17). There are also the lions, the beasts that Daniel spent an entire night within their den, God using His angel to shut their mouths to spare His servant (Daniel 6). Or even the fiery furnace, which God rescued Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego from (Daniel 3):

Nebuchadnezzar answered and said to them, “Is it true, O Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, that you do not serve my gods or worship the golden image that I have set up? Now if you are ready when you hear the sound of the horn, pipe, lyre, trigon, harp, bagpipe, and every kind of music, to fall down and worship the image that I have made, well and good. But if you do not worship, you shall immediately be cast into a burning fiery furnace. And who is the god who will deliver you out of my hands?” 

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered and said to the king, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to answer you in this matter. If this be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up. Daniel 3:14-18

The Bible is full of stories of monsters and God rescuing His people from them. However, reading stories such as these, are not always comforting, are they? For what about the monsters that we deal with within our daily lives? Such as a bully or an overbearing boss? Or where was God when Joplin was hit by the monstrous tornado? Or when a woman was taken advantage of?

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God still Reigns, and Jesus is Lord


Discussing politics, is usually like poking a bear with a very sharp stick. Because of the sensitivity of this topic, I have made it a personal policy of mine to not share my political views on social media–which is still a policy I uphold and is not the purpose for this blog. However, this is a topic, though very fragile, which I cannot remain utterly silent upon. This post is not to share my favor nor disfavor for one party or the other, or to bash nor support the candidate who was and was not chosen for election. This post instead, is to share three amazing truths spoken in chapel today by my university’s most wise president, Dr. Bruce McLarty: Continue reading

The Tales of Traveling with an Open Backpack

14570220_10210808326503416_4024642559880682269_nThe bell rung, releasing me to venture from my 11 o’ clock class to lunch. I stuffed my books and notes in my backpack before racing for the door. Next came weaving through the bodies of the corral, I mean hall. Squeezing through couples, detouring around friends, bumping into backpacks of those who had stopped to greet another with a hug. Finally, after shooting down a near-empty hallway, I believed I was scot-free. I was nearing the stairwell which headded to the caf when a voice stopped me, “Hey, do you know you’re backpack’s open?”

“Yes?” I replied somewhat puzzled, with my stomach protesting for the slight delay.

“Oh, okay. I thought I would tell you.”

“Thank you,” I replied before separating, me heading to the salad bar for some cottage cheese.

That was also not the only time which I’ve been stopped by a passerby trying to help, alerting me of my open backpack. One of my favorite examples, is a random guy who tried to close it for my while I was walking  down a fleet of stairs.

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A Texan Slap to the Face

Last Sunday, I was slapped in the face.

On July 13, a group of us left for a mission trip to both Laredo and El Cenzio, Texas. It was an amazing experience! Especially since I didn’t get shot for quoting from Spongebob . . . more than once: “Can we say that plants from Texas are dumb? Can we say that shoes from Texas are dumb?”

We got to put on a VBS, work on a house that had been burnt pretty badly, and stripped and reshingled a roof, all while sharing the love of Jesus. I may have gotten heat exhaustion that Saturday, but besides that, the sore muscles, and the heat, it was a really neat experience.

Then Sunday came.

My mentor began his Sunday sermon and slapped me in the face with it. He talked about when we help others, it’s easy to believe that we are better than them–a snare that had gotten me good. I felt like a foolish rabbit that had darted for the brightest orange carrot that was surrounded by a cage and had warning signs posted all around it. Continue reading

Thy Will be Done

Adam-Abram_Gethsemane_24x36_OilThis world . . . is filled with trials. It’s filled with parents who divorce, with fathers who disappear, with friends who betray or move away. It is filled with heartaches and suicide and abuse and cancer and death–filled with so much brokenness. The brokenness which comes as a side-effect of sin. This world needed a savior, for there was no other way:

Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I go over there and pray.” And taking with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.”And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” And again he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were heavy. So, leaving them again, he went away and prayed for the third time, saying the same words again. Then he came to the disciples and said to them, “Sleep and take your rest later on. See, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand” Matthew 26:36-46.

This world needed a savior, yet that savior–Jesus–he prayed, “Daddy, Father if there’s another way, I beg you, let it be done instead. Please Father . . .” For he knew . . . Jesus knew what was to come. He knew how he would be given an unfair trial. He knew of the whips and the nails and the agony he would suffer upon that cross: Continue reading