New Disciplee
I’m pretty weird I think. Most girls get really excited about new clothes and a good hair day. I get really excited about discipleship and bible studies. I’ve always been that way.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate new clothes and a good hair day and neither of the two ever go unnoticed by me, but my mind is typically occupied by how I can make a positive impression on people.
I didn’t disclose all that to brag, I promise, it just dawned on me that maybe those things are a little abnormal. I always write these blog posts and pages thinking everyone feels the same way and shares in my excitement over ministry but I have to remember that there’s a world of glitz and glam vying for our attention and ministry and spiritual leadership are in competition over much easier, comfortable, and attention-getting temporal treasures. So. it shouldn’t surprise me if most girls aren’t totally “on board” with the thrill of ministry.
If you’d like to read more on that topic, I wrote a whole page on it called Lifestyle Disciple.
A few months ago I experienced a single solitary hour and some odd minutes that I will never forget. A girl that I don’t even know very well sat across from me in a lonely concrete room in a church and spoke openly about how she was teetering dangerously close to rock bottom. For the second time that year. Her inner depravity showed outwardly. The bags under her eyes, the thinning frame of her body, and the wide-eyed look of tired desperation spoke volumes more than her words.