rebelling against low expectations
When you see me, do you see what God sees? Or what the world tells you to see? Do you see me as a face in the crowd or as one of God’s children? Can you see me trying to turn away from temptation and sin when I feel like I’m being pulled in every direction? Do you see my struggle to live for the glory of God, when society keeps telling me to live for the glory of myself? I feel as though often we...
Millennials. Narcissists. Entitled. Expectations for our generation could not be lower. I don’t deny the statistics and our flaws, but it breaks my heart how many in the church have written us off as a failure. To clarify, I love the church. I’m plugged into my local congregation and wish more of my friends shared the same passion. But I want to give a heartfelt plea to those in the church. With...
I avoid eye contact when possible. I would rather observe people than converse with them. I need alone time. I worry about making friends. Who am I? I’m an introvert. A “Gentle and Quiet Spirit” As an introvert, it is easy to fall into the trap of believing I naturally have “the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God” (1 Peter...
For one coming from a very conservative Christian homeschooling family, college can lead you into a couple different problems. Either you get freaked out because not everyone has the same values as yourself and you think everyone is a heathen or you consider yourself more holy than everyone else or you fall into all the peer pressure and drop all standards all together. Here are a couple things...
I am at war. When that woman at church tells me she meditates in front of a Buddha figurine, I am at war. When that man glares at me as I try to share the gospel, I am at war. When that sailing instructor tells me I am no different from an ape, I am at war. There is a battle going on all around me. I cannot deny it is there. Above me, below me, behind me, and before me, I can see it. That...
I hate cliques. I hate them so much. I hate them even more because I’ve been a part of them. It’s galling to realize you’re in one of the groups you’ve always secretly condemned – the group that stands off by itself, silently discouraging all contact. It’s not like you have to be best friends with everybody, but it’s just so incredibly easy to gravitate to the people you know, with whom you’re...
rebelling against low expectations
