"But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people;"
1 Peter 2:9
The good news of Jesus Christ is to be shared. Not pushed down another's throat but shared as a gift, most precious. I find it difficult to jump into a conversation about my Savior, even though he is vital to my happiness. Am I ashamed of him?
Not ashamed, but I am hesitant to be thought peculiar. To stand out as someone who has values beyond honesty and niceness, can be daunting. To be chosen by God has little to do with privilege but more with responsibility. I know the mission of Jesus Christ and I covenanted to be part of his vision. I promised to share the truth that he lives. He lives, who once was dead. He lives my hungry soul to feed. He lives, to bless in time of need.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.