Greater Things

Chris Tomlin's song titled "God Of This City", makes me realize that there is so much more to be achieved. There are greater things to come and greater things to be done, in each of our cities. All of these things start with us, they can't be done without us. God calls us to be His instruments, there is never a time when He says He doesn't need us.

I think we are in times of comfortableness, relaxation, and contentment. We as Christians have lost our drive, our sense of achieving more. I also think that we fail at being human. So here we are Christian failures that don't want anything better, anything else. We are perfectly fine arguing with other Christians how church should be done, how we should worship, what we should support.

We have forgotten that our mission is to serve God, not ourselves. Yet our lives are so focused on ourselves. We make Christ fit into our plan for our lives instead of letting Christ fit us into His life. Imagine just one church sold out for God. That church would touch their city, that city would then touch its surrounding cities, then the state, then the surrounding states.

We are in times that are trying, tough financial times, families struggling. But we can't lose hope, we can't give up. To be honest, I have. I feel that I have been fighting against God, trying to live life on my own. I have my own struggles, struggles that God wouldn't know about.

Though this isn't true, I fear this is how I have been living my life. Trying to fend for myself in the heart of the city. People watching me, watching my every move, waiting to get me when I'm down. People looking to me for help when I can't help myself. I don't cry out to God, I don't ask Him for strength. I turn to myself for comfort and strength.

Why? Have I lost hope in the One who can save me? Do I fear His retribution against my actions? I have forgotten about grace, the grace that He offers me. Why must my struggle belong to anyone else? Why do others offer help? God, where has my life gone?

My joy has escaped my grasp, it has disappeared in the night. I have woken up to a life that is lacking joy, a life that seems bland. I often wonder why do I feel so dim? I know the answers but don't want to face them, I push them back into the corners. God you try to open the door, I add a lock to the cement door.

I love you God, yet fail to serve You, to remotely represent You. I have slowly burned out like a wick suffocated by wax. My light has been snuffed out. I know I need you to clean me up and strike the match to start me burning. Help me work on this God, Allow me to open myself to you and to learn.

I think that our generation has a chance to show Christ to a nation that is lost, or to keep silent and fall victim to Satan's nation. We all talk about living out and being a witness, but we are hindered by fear.

Fear of rejection, fear of judgment, fear of disapproval. What about the positive side, what about the good that could come of it? We could reduce the amount of people dying from homelessness, from drugs, from bad relationships. We are called to go out into the community and show God's love.

That is something I want to be a part of, it'll take time but I know we need to change. Our churches will soon become dormant, a thing of the past. History will write about our failure, our defeat. We need to reunite our churches and start being the change that our cities need.