a work in progress.

As I sat down to eat lunch today–a memory hit me.

I remember coming home from kindergarten around lunchtime and every once in a while my dad would be there to greet me.  He would make me a PB&J sandwich with a side of Conn’s Potato Chips and give me the constant beverage we had in our house, Coca-Cola Classic.  I would take my lunch into mine and Eric’s bedroom, fire up the ol’ black and white tube television and play Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo.

I’m not sure why that memory crosses my mind so often but it’s always interesting to think about my journey, how my life has changed since then and where I’ll be the next time I eat a PB&J sandwhich, Conn’s Potato Chips and tasty Coca-Cola Classic.

Thanks for the memory, dad.

A thought that hit me last night at High School Church‘s Home Invasion.

Sometimes, when you’re on your hands and knees in the filth and chaos serving others you’re taken advantage of by the very people you’re trying to show God’s love and grace to–especially, when you’re serving QUIETLY and behind the scenes.  It’s like, while you’re on the ground attempting to build Christ’s Kingdom you’re being kicked in the ribs over and over again…but you continue serving and submitting anyways because you know it’s what God is calling you to do.  It’s insanity!  Same act–same result.

Then, I think about Jesus!  He served QUIETLY while being kicked in the ribs over and over again and hung on a cross to rescue mankind.

Is this what it means to share in Christ’s sufferings?

What’s the hardest thing about serving to you?

*By the way, I’ve written and re-written this post and cannot figure out the clearest way to demonstrate this thought.  Maybe you can help me out