Skip to main content

One body

"The life of Christ in me will gravitate to the life of Christ in others." - Watchman Nee, The Normal Christian Life

One of the things I've found that has changed in me in the past three plus years is my longing to find other "foreigners" in this land who speak the same language of heaven Christ speaks in me. I LOOOOONNNNG for them! I realize, I'm not only not my own because Christ has bought me with His blood, and His love compels me to do what I do, but I'm also not my own because I am just one part of His body. I need the rest of the body. I long for their fellowship in Christ. I gravitate toward the life of Christ in them.

Oftentimes, when, ashamedly, I've held back from bringing up Christ in a conversation while getting to know a new person, only to find out later that they too worship my Lord and that there is a real "attraction" between us because of Him, I realize that I need to (we all need to) let our real "identity" as citizens of heaven be known in our relations to others. For there are parts of the body "out there" that are built up when we speak heaven with them. And if they are not of heaven, they may thirst for it when we let a taste of His life pour out of us.

Going to church is not just going to church for me anymore. It's a brief reminder I get each week that we are one in Christ. We are a new kingdom. We are not of this world. And though we go our separate ways and shine and salt wherever we are, we will always gravitate towards the life of Christ in others, making those who do not know Him thirst, and making those who are of Him edified.

I realize that I need to be "out there" in the world but not of it so that my "gravitation" towards Christ in others is experienced. If I'm always with other Christians there will be no gravitating and there will be no allure in the world for Christ. But I also must not always be "out there". In fact, I can't always just be "out there". It's just the way it is when you are of one body... you will always desire to come together.

Are you gravitating towards Christ in others today?

So glad He found me ,

Isaiah 51:3


Popular posts from this blog

eyes on the Author- the every morning struggle to walk by faith

I don't wake up full of vision and motivation.  Actually, what motivates me most is the idea that my french press and single-origin coffee from Guatemala are just minutes away from awaking my senses with it's warm, toasty aroma.  And on those days when I get my stiff, puffy-eyed body out of bed and make my way to the cabinet to prep the press with my favorite coffee and find we're out, I feel great motivation to get dressed and drive to the local store so I can hurry up and get back home before too much time has passed and get my coffee going.

Basically, coffee motivates me to get up in the morning.

Mixed in the grogginess between eyes open and that first cup of coffee I remember who I am.

I am not my own.  I am a Christian.  The weight of meaning in that word falls on me like gravity on the fledgling attempts of a young eagle to fly every morning.

I feel myself falling.  Falling. Squawking out a cry, "Help!  Help Lord!  I am yours. Let me hear your loving kindness…

post anesthesia thoughts

(has nothing to do with the post, just a pretty pic i took a long time ago)
I'm not going to over think this post too much.  I had minor surgery today and am still feeling drunk on leftover anesthesia/fentanyl/percocet.  Consider yourself and the three other people reading this warned.
In the past few weeks I've been listening to podcasts from writers, reading articles about blogging and freelance writing, etc.  In one of those I was admonished to write something daily.  Be it a blog post, a journal entry, a poem... something.  Because writers don't just think about writing, they write.  I think my pastor said or wrote that once too.  It struck me then, and when I read this lady's article.  I am a writer.  Not a known writer.  Not the best writer.  But I enjoy writing and I just process life better when I'm writing.  But when I set out to write something, especially publicly, I sometimes step in the quicksand of self-analyzing and get stuck there.  And then I don&#…

An Unlikely 23 Years

Wedding Day- Sept.4, 1993
Connor's birthday- April 1, 2003
During our first separation and pregnancy with Ryland- November 2004
Seeking a new start in Arizona all together- October 2005
 Second separation March 2010
Still together on a desert trail- Spring 2015
Today has been a tough day, emotionally.

Twenty three years ago today I made a vow before God and about 100 family and friends to take James as my husband, to have and to hold from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death do us part.

Those are some serious promises.  Better, worse, richer and poorer, sickness and health have all been part of these 23 years.  Honestly, most of it has been hard.  We weren't a very likely match at 19 and 21.  He from the big city, me from a small town.  His dad a pharmacist, mine a log truck driver.  We met in a child development class, taking pre-reqs for nursing.  He hated it.  I loved it.  He had long hair and torn jeans and l…