It is Good Friday, and I have to admit that my heart is a bit troubled. On the one hand, I’m incredibly joyful because I am confident that Christ’s death and resurrection are not only real but sufficient to save me. On the other, I feel like I have greatly dishonored Christ by my half-hearted reaction to him.
If I have a good day at school or at work, I come home absolutely gushing with excitement. I tell my roommates about my day. They lovingly listen to me babble on and on about classes, homework, people I met, etc. I even babble to strangers sometimes. That’s how excitable I am.
But I’ll be honest. Most of the time, I don’t babble on and on about Jesus. It’s just hard to do. I get weary of the tired looks and nervous smiles.
So I’ll go on and on about a good class, which in reality doesn’t matter, but I won’t take time to tell people what I saw Jesus do that day in me and in others? It’s as if my joy in Jesus is somehow quieter or softer than the momentary happiness I get from earthly things.
Ever notice what the disciples did with their joy in Christ? You couldn’t shut them up. Their joy was not a quiet, personal matter. It was something that overflowed from them — a crazy, awesome, great, huge truth that they couldn’t wait to share with the world because it was just that exciting.
Wouldn’t it be cool if we started being those people who were so in tune with Christ’s awesomeness that we couldn’t keep it to ourselves anymore?
There is an interesting article in Newsweek about America no longer being a “Christian Nation.” I would recommend that you read the article.




Yesterday was the beginning of Holy Week. This is the week we celebrate and think upon the cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
I don’t have a kindle, or a kindle 2. If you don’t know what they are go to www.amazon.com/kindle Some of my friends swear by them and say they are the greatest invention since the ipod, seriously! I am more of person that likes to turn the pages of a book and see where I have been and know where I am going.






