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I'll stand

just was reminded today the goodness of God. we are truly carried on the wings of an eagle - the Holy Spirit. it started from a thought during mock cg today, as i sat back and watched how we, such an odd bunch of people, would suffer from jitters, be totally flaky, and viewing ourselves as 'spiritually not there yet', would fit in to my perspective of SOT students.

i think sometimes despite our repeated assurances that we are not as spiritual as ppl think : nope, still working on praying daily! - it's very easy, when looking at our own spiritual walk, to think that everyone else is doing better. maybe we think that way easily cos we always strive to go in the opposite direction of arrogance. but i read this definition of humility in a Max Lucado book yesterday:

Humility isn't not thinking highly of yourself. Humility is about not thinking so much about yourself.

i think it's great - that by being humble, and remembering how God has caught us so many times and walked us through those dry spells, that we become justified in our faith. that just by hanging on - we curse, we cry, we whine, we grump - but we still emerge righteous. not because of what we try to do, but really cos in the end, God's criteria is so simple:

Ephesians 6:13

Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

stand. as part of God's army. as a Christian following God's definition of a Christian. as 'foolish to the world'. as a radical.

what can anyone say against someone who gives 100% to what he believes in?
how is 'giving less than 100%' a justifiable word of wisdom?

reading the gospel and knowing how the apostles died in the end - they lived a life that blazed a path through history. thank God for restlessness.

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