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When I say “I am a Christian” by Carl Wimmer
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I am saved”
I’m whispering “I get lost!”
“That is why I chose this way.”
When I say…”I am a Christian”
don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I’m worth it.
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.
When I say…”I am a Christian”
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I’m loved.
It has been many years since I’ve communed with God. I had been a wandering black sheep until He shepherded me back. “He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He refreshes my soul.” This poem captures a lot of why I choose to be Christian.
Breathe
Every day is a another opportunity to make things better, to make things right again.
Confronted
Nope. Not good.
And I won’t give up either. When your thoughts and actions come from a place of compassion and a wise love, you cannot regret anything. It’s not about sacrifice, emptying, or giving beyond your means, but learning to be gentle with yourself and others.
"You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control."
Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love
I gravitated towards this book like a teenage girl to Chicken Soup for the Broken-hearted/Yogi/Soul-searchers. There’s a familiar theme in these types of books that echoed a sermon I heard a couple of weeks ago: “We must labour for rest.” Although it was something I had discovered myself, I never managed to put it so succinctly and so eloquently.
Chasing Amy
“But then you came along… You, the one least likely.”
