Because we forget that we are a part of a story much bigger than ourselves. We forget that men and women have DIED to pass down the gospel to us…..DIED so that we could hold the Bible in our hands. We forget that Jesus is worth every bit of our getting punched, kicked, tortured, and killed….much less a little verbal disrespect, some ostracism by the media, and a little conversational awkwardness every now and then.
My aim is to inspire uncomfortable and radical living for Christ today, and to honor and remember those of yesterday who have laid down their lives for Jesus.
Writing that you might die to self and live to God,