Don't worry....

There's nothing better than prayer in the morning.

I'll admit that starting my day with prayer and bible study is something I'm not consistant in. I can be like the seed that lets the weeds of this world chokes me, from Jesus' seed parable. If I wake up late, then I tend to rush, making sure I please everyone, from myself to my boss(es), but not God.

However, I must overcome and discipline myself and put myself under submition, if not for my own sake, then for God and his plans.
This can be the hardest part, but the hardest disciplines are always the most important. It builds character, a character of Christ, who was disciplines and submitted himself to the will of The Father.

When you start off your day in Christ, everything feels A-OK. Granted there are so many challenges ahead, and so many things to do. But when you know you've done the right thing, to set your day on Christ, you have no worries of what life throws at you. Because in the grand scheme of things, it's all so minor.

Thank you Father for making my day based on you.
May I keep deligent and focused on your word, and then to meditate on it.
May I draw myself closer to your heart, by each day.

Thank you.

The "S" Destiny

One of the main thoughts that has troubled me for months, maybe a few years, is my biggest fear.

Many Christians like to proclaim hell as the ultimate fear, but I'm not big on the whole "hellbound" evanglism, because although important, I feel it can cause a "ceiling effect", where people do the minimum to avoid hell and that's it, making it an "extrinsic" faith where rules and dogma helps us to avoid God's wrath, rather than having an "intrinsic"/intimate relationship with God (sort of the comparison between living by the law, and living by Jesus).

No, my fear is something all the more daunting. I call it the "S" destiny, as in "S" for "Solomon" and/or "Samson", two men of God that left this world never quite achieving the massive potential that was given to them by God.

Over the last few months, I am proud but humble enough to believe that God has given me good potential, but the lingering fear that I may never maximise it exists.
If such men like wise old Solomon and strength-defying Samson couldn't achieve thier potential, how can I?
On ther other hand, they didn't have Jesus the same way we do today.

Yes I know that us Christians should have no fear, but I cannot deny that this lingeres somewhere at the back of my head. What if I fail God? What if I shame him? To know that I somehow hindered Gods master plan IS a scary thought.
And I'm aware that he will always love me always, and will take care of my burdens and give me rest (Matthew 11: 28), but I still fear.

Over the next few years, I must give my all to ensure that I am fully in alignment with Gods will for the church. If I am to fail, not only do I fail myself, but I fail God and many of the youths. WOW.

Ironically, a part of me lavishes at the challenge. What an opportunity, to work for the Lord Almighty. Really and truly, this isn't about me is it? If I can't deliver the goods, I'm sure God has another person to do the job (ala David to Samuel).

It means I have to fix up, I need to become more disciplined and focused, if not for my sake, then for the youth, for the church.

"Heavenly Father,
I commit myself to you Oh Lord.
I deliver myself as a sacrifice, just as you did for me.
You came and gave yourself up to death for my sake, now it's time to do the same for you.

I pray that I can one day be the man that you want me to be, that my will and yours Jesus may become one, just as you and The Father are one.

I commit myself to you Lord Jesus,

In Jesus name I pray.

Amen."

The Chronicles Of A Christian.

Hello to everyone who just happens to be reading this.

My name's Gideon (not my real name, unfortunately) and this blog is a dedicated journal of my walk in Christ Jesus my Lord, and the day-2-day movement of a young, "urban" Christian.

I'm not really into this whole diary-writing thing, seems to femenine for me (I know, I know) and thus never really had a journal in my lifetime. I guess this journal is more for my benefit than anything, to track my road to the end (or as far as this takes me) detailing my victories in Christ, down to my valleys in the shadow of death.

I'm a young (in my 20s), black Christian, located somewhere in London (that's all I'm giving out about me), and unlike most other Christian blogs, I plan to keep this going, for my own sake.

I started this because in the past couple of weeks, I have been chosen to become a leader at my youth church.

Accepting this role has made the light of God shine brighter than every before in my life. In doing so, the light has displayed my vast inadequacies as a human and as a Christian.

This blog is to chronicle my inadequacies, my struggles, my loves, my losts, my struggle with a day, my time of joy, and my time in the wilderness (oh how I do not look forward to those times).

I pray that this blog shall help me to express my heart, something I tend to stuggle with (just one of my inadequacies).

I'm actually looking forward to this...