Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the purpose of work.
I fully suspect this to be one of those concerns that is less helped by a quick answer, and more beneficial to chew on, process, test, try, filter, prove and come to a gradual grounding in over time.
This landed on me like Caribbean sunshine in the dead of winter this morning.
I just couldn’t get past the first seven verses. Is this really what it’s saying?
It’s crazy. Too good to be true, if true.
I hope you find some encouragement here for your day or week. My mind is spinning.
Well babe, we’ve survived ten years & four kids together!
If you’re cool with it I thought we could talk a bit about some of our challenges, learnings, joys and general thoughts from along the way.
I’m assuming that’s a yes, yes?
We’ll go with yes, so here we go.
I intend to truly think through, and articulate (to the best of my ability) what I mean when I say that I am a Christian.
Here’s the truth: I almost cringe to even use the term sometimes…Christian.
My preference would be Christ Follower. Follower of Christ. Born again believer. Child of God. Even simply ‘Believer’.
And I’m not completely sure why that is, although I have a strong hunch.
This will be a rant, and for that I apologize.
I’m sitting on a plane thinking about whether I should even write this or not.