something that could change my life.

I’ve been thinking more. Oh, so much more. About life and Jesus and the Church and faith and doctrine and theology and Moody and home and Africa and me. Yesterday, I recalled a conversation I had with Mick my first day in Namibia: the conversation that sparked this whole new journey I’m on with Jesus. I wrote in my journal on that day, “we opened a discussion that I believe is going to challenge me the whole time here” (5.8.09). I didn’t know how right I was.
Mick went to Bible school. He said it took him years to recover from it. Mick doesn’t like or agree with organized church (that is in my words, gathered from our conversation…he may not say it that brashly or strongly. He loves the Church, just not religion).
He said the law is not love, we were never meant to argue the Bible and what we believe about it; that Jesus didn’t intend for us to start a new religion with His teachings, but a new way to live; “Christianity” isn’t the way, Christ is; living for Christ is much narrower of a way than legalism – all these thoughts I have had before, but they have made me bitter against the church and I’m just now learning to love them again. So, I shy away from these thoughts. Maybe I need a new definition of “the Church”. My prayer is that I would not ignore this struggle. That I would face it head-on with Him right by my side.