As I’ve been reading my bible for one of my classes here at SPU, I’ve been comparing what I’m reading with my life and the life of the Christians around me that I know. What the bible says seems to be more intense than the way I’m living my life. The apostle Peter was a coward and a fool at times, but that’s because he was extreme. I don’t see him living a life that is lukewarm. Paul was a guy that hunted Christians down to kill them, but when he became a Christian he become one of the sharpest, most loving, influential Christians of the early church. The Christians that Jesus left stood their ground, loved until it hurt, and poured everything into proclaiming Jesus and spreading the church. It seems to me that all they lived for was the gospel. Every piece of their life was a part of the gospel, whether it’s the way they built churches, housed widows, traveled, ate, or died. When I look at the way I live my life it feels like my life clings to a small piece of the gospel and then buries it under the stuff of my life. A real life human being made out of flesh and blood like you and me died so that we could be free, and not only that but it was God. I just have a feeling that we take the bible lightly, when the center piece is God’s death. I don’t see anything light about that. The bible seems to be serious and I think some of our lives are a joke. The apostles lived 2000 years ago, but I still don’t think that means our lives should be as drastically different as they are. The body of Christ needs rich Christians and poor Christians, old Christians and young Christians, analytical Christians and artistic Christians, Christians who travel the world and Christians who live in one place for their lives, but every piece of the body must function. As Christ’s limbs we need to do His work, but I feel like some of us have become lazy and comfortable. Christians are supposed to preserve the world from being eroded by evil and push back the darkness. When I stand before the Almighty King of the Universe and have to give an account of how I managed the freedom I was given, what will I say? I donated weekly to church, read my bible every day, was nice to the people in class, and volunteered my time? I don’t want God to look at me as I stand before him and say “Austin, I love you and I had so much more to offer you if you would have pursued it.” What’s the worst that could happen if I follow full heartedly wherever God takes me? If I give away all my money, toys, clothes, and die a hungry homeless man who spent all my time loving people and telling them how wonderful Jesus is and what he has done for them, what do you think God will say? I really don’t believe he would say that I wasted my life. You can probably theologically argue against what I’m saying, and say that it’s not about works, or God gives us blessing to enjoy, or something much smarter than what I have to say, but that’s my point. It seems to me that we explain away the hard parts of the bible into analogies, metaphors, or cultural differences. I don’t want to bury the gifts God has given under a life of comfort, and I don’t want to explain away the hard parts of the bible because it’s inconvenient. We’re free in Christ. Lets do something with it.