Ch-ch-ch-changes

I guess it's inevitable that in my pursuit of leading the elusive "extraordinary life" I assumed the twenties would provide, I've encountered change in its many types.

Type 1: Subtle, almost unnoticeable over weeks or months; the low hum of continuous change, constantly at work in the background.  By the time I saw the signs I was squarely in my twenties, wondering how the inevitable effects of such change had never occurred to me before.


Type 2: Small and insignificant, but so quick that I forget to take notice until all that's left is the soggy leftovers of what once was.  When I take for granted all the little, but oh so good things, expecting them to hold consistent, this change jolts and humbles me to reality.  


Type 3: The big ones.  Those changes that simply cannot be ignored, no matter how hard I might try.  Friends moving, getting married, getting divorced, having babies, changing careers, losing loved ones.  A constant reminder that a shift has occurred and we all seem to be running at a different pace.







Throughout it all, I've realized as much as I often hate change in any form, I've come to rely on it: on its steady hum, its humbling nature, its giant set-backs or steps-forward.  More than anything I've come to rely on change's ability (whether good or bad), to remind me of God.  It reminds me of the things He has given me control over and the things I can never control.

It forces allows me to let go of all my expectations of what I thought life would look like at this point and simply move forward in the hope that "there are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." (C.S. Lewis)
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Change in the unchangeable

As I've probably mentioned in blog posts before, I'm not a big fan of change.

Over the last couple of weeks, however, I've come to see a side of change that I always viewed as "less dominant," but in reality is vitally important. It's overpowering the side that says, "change just happens" and replacing it with the idea that we can all make a difference.

Dictionary.com (one my favorite sites) states that change means, "to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of  (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone."

Is it just me, or is that cool? Because it seems cool.

I think within the Christian culture we are so hesitant to actually say that we can make a change, that we can make a difference. The Lord is all-powerful after all and He can accomplish whatever He wants through whatever vessel He desires. Valid. Super valid. Yet, at the same time, sometimes we're the vessel He wants, and if we don't do what He is calling us to, maybe that change will not occur. 

I'm so used to thinking, well if I don't do it, God will bring someone else along, which means I'm not that valuable. HELLO LIE! The fact that Christ is calling me to something shows how much value I truly have. He wants to use me for no reason other than that He loves me and sees my full potential. If I am disobedient, sure, someone else could come along who is obedient and who will create change. But, that doesn't lessen the fact that with God, I am called to and can create change.

So, what does that mean when He is calling us to create change in a place that seems unchangeable? 

For me, I know that eradicating poverty is a big task, one I cannot accomplish on my own, and one that may not be accomplished in my lifetime. But, if I don't stand up for what I believe, in order to create change for these people that I love, then things would be different without me. And that's not arrogant, it's just truth. With Christ, we individually (and fully as the body of Christ) have the power to create change.

So for 2012 let's believe that we are valuable. My resolution this year is to take risks in creating whatever change God has called me to. Want to join me?

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