At the Side of a Well...

Hey All!

             Over the past couple of days I have been reading the book called "A Voice in the Wind" by one of my favorite authors Francine Rivers. This is a christian fiction, but in reality it is no at all fiction, it tells a tale of a girl maybe some 40 years after the death of Christ. She is one of the first Christians, and is taken captive during the Roman seize of Jerusalem. Her entire family dies, and she is sold as a slave. Through all of this the girl asks God, "Jesus why did you spare me, the one whom has the least amount of faith?" well something along those lines. This book really opened my eyes to two big facts: 1) in my own way I am EXACTLY the same person as this girl, and 2) I am completely scared, and as a result I am missing out on all that God has to offer me.
              
             (I am so sorry, the word I is about to be over used) I remember a time in my life, the summer of '09 when I was a fresh, brand new Christian. Completely on fire for Christ Jesus, I let him rule over every aspect of my life, and I fought countless battles for my faith. That is the only time in my entire existence where I truly experienced an unfathomable peace. My soul rested in Christ alone, and I wasn't afraid.

             My, my; how things change over the course of a year.

             A couple of days ago I recognized my big mistake and realized: somethings gotta change. Now during this time period of "Christianity" it is so easy to loose sight of God and focus in on ourselves. Granted there are MANY Christians who have not lost sight of the light, but there are many of us who have. I think we forget to evaluate ourselves. And I think that if we do, we might be surprised. Because some of us will realize how different we are from those first few months of being a fresh Christian, ready to spring up and fulfill the will of God.
             Now a days I am so scared. Most people know for a fact that I am a "strong Christian", but most that are not Christian don't realize that I am a seriously crappy display of what a real Christian should be like. I think of the year and a half I have been a Christian that I have shared the word of God to a nonbeliever a grand stinking total of zero times. Why? Well for the same reason that the other 96.4% of Christians never do(not a made up statistic). I am scared. Obviously I am not scared that I will be thrown to a batch of hungry under fed lions, but I am scared of being rejected because of my faith. I am well aware of the fact that there are more than a hundred people in my life that do not know Christ. But do I do anything about it... no. Of course not. Do you see the problem? I do. We should be grabbing at every opportunity to share the story of love. But why don't we? Are we so scared and selfish that we settle with our own salvation, and are willing to watch others live life without the gift? I know that I am, was. But I decided to make a change. I decided to tear down the walls I've put up between myself and God, and let him control EVERY aspect of my life. Not just the parts that I think he should control. I always tell the band bible study: "God doesn't want part of you... he wants all of you." But I have been so wrapped up in my own little world with a population of me, that I have forgotten to follow my own advice!  I will now listen to the thirst of my heart, and turn back to the one who can quench that thirst. Because I know that I have missed Jesus, and that I have been dying of thirst at the side of a well. The mask has come off and I now have my sword and my shield(biblically speaking that is), and I am ready to go out and do what I was created to do. Now maybe the population of my world will be more that me. Maybe now it will be 6,790,062,216


Because when we are dying of thirst at the side of a well, all common logic tells us to get up and take a drink.