Monday, August 20, 2012

Heroes


"Heroes aren't born in the final chapter, but rather they are shaped and molded by the tribulations of the plot."

This has been a phrase that has been running through my head for the past week or so. When we read books, the heroes always reach their peak of glory at the end of the story. They save the day, defeat their inner demons, and win the heart of a beautiful girl. However, they weren't always at this glorious point in their lives where they are admirable heroes. 

Bilbo started off weak, Katniss began terrified, and Edmund Pevensie began his tale as a selfish little boy. The heroes never start off the story in the same manner that they finish it. Their greatness has to be earned. These heroes weren't just magically transformed into the captivating characters that save the day, but rather they have to shaped and molded by the tribulations of the plot. Bilbo had to persevere through the goblin caves, Katniss had to survive the Hunger Games, and Edmund had to face the consequences of betraying his siblings. Each character had valleys in his or her life that they had to battle through. These valleys were a time of trial, but also times of great growth which left them stronger and more prepared for the events which laid ahead of them. 

Each of us must also face the inevitable moments when we must pass through these dark valleys. It is not a matter of whether the storms will come, but rather when. We will have our own metaphorical goblin caves or Hunger Games to battle through, but when we come face to face with these hard times we are also face a choice: we can either feel sorry for ourselves and wait for them to be over, or we can pick ourselves up, persevere, and grow. 

The trials of life will come. We don't choose pain, sorrow, or darkness; unfortunately they choose us. However, we can choose how we react to them. These valleys in our lives can simply be dark times in our lives, or they can be dark times that grow us. James speaks on this in chapter 1:2-4 when he says, "Count it all joy, my bothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.(ESV)"

Without rain, and storms, and clouds there can never be any growth. That being said, I am fully aware that it is one thing to talk about growing in the valleys, and considering trials to be pure joy and opportunities of growth, and it is completely different to try and apply this to our own personal periods of darkness. When approached correctly, these periods can be times where you grow stronger as a person and in your faith. In Romans 5:3-4 Paul says, "Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope. (ESV)"

One day, after you have emerged victoriously from the depths of your valley, you'll be able to look back at your own story. You'll be able to see how you persevered, and emerged stronger than ever before. Because, just like the heroes of the stories we read, we can't automatically emerge as heroes, but rather we are shaped and molded by the tribulations of our own story. 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Live Your Life


“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart...Respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
~ Chief Tecumseh

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Experiences.

Our lives are a myriad of experiences. We are consistently going through the highs and lows of this journey we call life. One of the things that has really been pressed on me lately has been how these experiences shape us. As humans, we tend to focus on the good or bad aspects of our lives, but I think that our lives are more than series of good or bad events. Instead, I think that our lives are more like a set of trials. Each trail we take gets us to the next one. Life is one giant journey. I am the person I am today because of the trails that I took in the past; either chosen or presented to me.

Monday, April 2, 2012

A Dream

Standing before me was a large crowd, and behind them stood two crosses standing erect against the skyline. From the crowd emerged Jesus, and as He approached me I asked him, "What's going on here?" He responded by telling me that He was about to die for me.
I didn't understand. Why? This I not how it should be. He shouldn't have to die for me. It is my sin, not His. I pleaded with Him to let me take my punishment; let me take the condemnation that I deserved.
At first, He didn't respond. He just wrapped His arms around me and squeezed tight. Then He whispered, "Bro, I've got this. I love you so much that I would rather be beaten and killed than have you spend eternity apart from me. I want you with me forever. I love you. This is my pleasure; my gift."
Then He gave me one last hug, turned, and walked back towards the crowd where my sin was placed on His shoulders.
He took the punishment that was mine so that I could find forgiveness. His death brings me life. For that, it is my responsibility and pleasure to live a life that brings Him glory; a life that shares His love.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

It's Going To Be a Beautiful Day.

These are the words written on a card on my desk. They greet me each and every morning.
You see, something that I've really been learning is that perception changes a lot about the world around us. Our days have the ability to either be stunningly beautiful, or stiflingly awful. However, our emotional state isn't determined by what has happend to us. The quality of our day isn't determined by the highs and the lows that come at scattered moments throughout the day. The phrase, "It's going to be a beautiful day" has absolutely nothing to do with what happens between the time that I roll out of bed, and the time that I crawl back into it. On the contrary, the beauty of my day lies in my perception.
We will all have bad things happen to us, and we will all have incredible times as well. What makes a day beautiful is the way that I take what comes my way. I like to look at it this way:
Life is like a baseball game. We will have a thousand balls pitched at us on any given day. Some pitches will be nice and slow; right down the middle. Other pitches might be wild and curving, but you can't duck. You can't duck the scary pitches because if you duck, you just might miss something beautiful.
You see, even though some of life's "pitches" might be crazy and scary, there are still more pitches coming. Life's an adventure, and by letting the "bad pitches"decide if things are good or bad, you cripple yourself. Through Him we always have hope in a brighter tomorrow, and that He knows what He is doing. Although some of the pitches may suck, there are beautiful pitches coming that you can knock out of the park.
We can't let negative moments get in the way, because by looking at the hope we have in Him, everyday is a beautiful day. Everyday, we have hope because everyday we have Him.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Grace Through Bloodshed

We are the Blood Redeemed.
Those thrown in the fiery furnace of affliction,
Like silver awaiting its purification.
Burn off every imperfection.
And when we look upon our own reflections,
Staring back at us,
May we see the Man who took on all our sins,
And pardoned us from every depraved iniquity.
Oh, Savior, wash us clean.

Monday, March 26, 2012

The Ghost Inside

All of us have our own ghosts of our past that live inside of us as emotional scars. These are scars that we have collected over the years through life's tough lessons. The thing is, we all have these ghosts from our past that haunt the person that we are today. Nothing is going to change the past, or change the way that it has shaped us. These scars are a fact of life. However, the problem comes in when we let them dictate our very existence. When we push people away because we are scared of getting hurt, or when we don't allow others in because we are scared they might not like what they see in us, we are allowing the scars to dictate and limit us in the present.
Scars are inevitable. We will encounter pain in our lives; we can't control that. However, we can control how we deal with that pain. If we allow it to stick with us, it turns into fear, and that fear holds us back. That fear can hold us back from experiencing some incredible opportunities or from allowing some incredible people into our lives.
There comes a time when we have to set that fear loose. To realize that what is in front of us is worth the risk of pain; worth the risk of uncertainty. I don't want to miss out on something this great just because I am scared. I refuse to let fear get in the way.