If you’ve read my blog before or you know my story, then you know I’m not a writer and I wrote when I can’t get rid of something. Sometimes the thoughts I can’t get rid of depend on someone else pointing them out. That’s how tonight went.
I know I start a lot of posts with while at church, or while at my small group, but it’s because I find a lot of what I need in this life in those places. I believe that if you don’t have a church and a small group you need one, and if you don’t know where to start then come see me and you can be a part of mine.
In small group tonight we were talking about worship and what it means to live life with abandon, to truly give God your worship, completely. One of the songs that we were working through was a song called Rise Up. That song tells about Lazarus, how he was dead and was resurrected.
Normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal because I know the story of Lazarus and Christian songs are often based on a biblical principle. Today it was different. At the end of last week I was reading about Lazarus and how Jesus didn’t go into the tomb to get him but instead he called him out of the tomb, he expected Lazarus to take part in his own miracle.
Earlier this week I was listening to Christian rap which is a genre I don’t normally listen to a lot but I’m the span of a few hours a song called Lazarus came in three times. This song talks about how we are dead in the flesh living life for us, and then resurrected when we believe in Christ.
While my week has carried me back to Lazarus multiple times I failed to see the correlation between all of these. Tonight I think I may have pieced it all together. I think I am finally seeing where I am falling short.
In the Bible there are several miracles, Lazarus being one of the more spectacular ones to behold. All of these miracles have something in common though. Whether it be Lazarus who Jesus refused to go in and get, or the woman who just wanted to touch the hem of his garment believing she would be healed, or the friends who cut a hole in the roof to lower the one they loved to the feet of Jesus to have him healed, they all had to make the effort.
A lot of us beginning with I go to church on Sundays. We worship with the band, we listen to the message the Lord has given out pastor, we ask the Lord to forgive us, and we get baptized to profess our love for Jesus. We pray in the morning when we get up and we go on about our day. We do this to be able to tell people we are Christian’s, to feel comfort in knowing where we are going when we die, and to feel a certain sense of peace. And that’s where it stops.
We believe in the Lord to perform miracles, to work in our lives the way he did for the people in the Bible. We are trusting him to work all things together for our good the way the Bible tells us he will. We are missing a crucial point the people then caught right from the beginning. You HAVE to put in the work. Jesus called Lazarus to take part in his own miracle after he had been dead and in the tomb for four days. Where do we get off believing that God is going to work miracles in our life without us putting feet on his word, without us living our life for him?
I need Sunday morning faith all week long. I need to worship Jesus when it’s hard. I need to show his Love even when I can’t feel it. I need to live for him if I am expecting him to do for me. Let’s start believing in the miracles we are praying for, and start moving through life looking a whole lot more like Jesus so people will know his LOVE.
I love y’all.
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