Last Sunday night our church hosted a production of the Gospel of Mark. We did the same thing last year, and it was just as exciting to see a room packed with people to watch a group of people perform the stories of Jesus recounted in the Bible. It was beautiful. Powerful. Moving. Man, I love the Bible.
This past Friday, a friend who has two kids in youth group told me she couldn’t believe they came home and told her, “Laura loves the genealogies in the Bible.” Like, who says that? They were referring specifically for my passion for the generations of Perez recounted at the end of Ruth. (I do, admittedly, find 1 Chronicles 1-9 quite dry.) I had to explain that to Este, which obviously got me excited. The Bible is so exciting.
Then on Friday night we invited the Word of Life team to come with inflatables and tell the group of teenagers gathered the good news that Jesus died and rose again to restore relationship with us. Forgiveness is free for anyone who wants it.
This stuff excites me. As much as the handful of young people who made a decision to change their life based on the message Friday night. Three girls prayed with me and committed to read the Gospel of John over the next three weeks.
I missed posting last week, and I’m late on this one because, well, for boring personal reasons, but, the thing is, I’m not all that exciting. I just want my life to point to Jesus. The exciting stuff in my life is the part where I get to talk to people about Jesus, when I get to see lives transformed, when I get to be closer to Jesus myself.