Cured

One of the first scripture verse that I ever memorized was Galatians 2:20, when I was 17 years old and a very young believer:

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Almost 19 years later, I think I am beginning to get it.

Over the last several months, in my prayer life, journaling, reflection and spiritual direction, I have realized that I have been CURED FROM THE NEED FOR SIGNIFICANCE.

This has been a journey.

I can honestly say that I have never had a need to be important, noticed, up front.

But I have always longed to be part of something significant.  In fact, calling people to a life of significance was a major theme in my preaching and teaching for over a decade.

I’m not sure that was bad or wrong — just a season.  And now I am somewhere else.

I don’t need significance. 

The things that matter to me these days are far simpler: relationships — with others and with God. 

The irony is that as my need for significance has been dying, I feel like God has been opening opportunities for significant impact.  I’m okay with that too — but I don’t need it.

My prayer is simply that I would be faithful daily to following Jesus… whatever that means today.

And usually it is about relationships. People. Listening. Praying. Sitting in God’s presence. Pointing others towards him.

It’s a good thing.