Judah Smith preached such a wondrous word at tonight’s Jesus Is conference. Nothing feels as all-encompassing, as amazing and as beautiful as God’s love!!
If you’re in LA, swing by Angelus Temple tomorrow and on Thursday at 7 pm. See you there!
Words of wisdom at church tonight:
"Often people want the benefits of Jesus, but don’t want to live under His Lordship. If Jesus isn’t Lord of all, then He isn’t Lord at all. If we are going to follow Jesus, it will mean sacrifice. A sacrifice that doesn’t cost, isn’t a sacrifice at all; but for the Christian, sacrifice is giving up something good for something that is far better."
I used to be the kind of person who woke up and wondered whether it was going to be a bad day or a good one. Used to be. Past tense.
It’s different now, so much so that it completely freaks me out. When something hurts me, I don’t wallow anymore. Where profanities used to brew in the back of my tongue for every single time I am annoyed or angry, I turn on my Celebrating Jesus playlist on Spotify and remember His goodness instead. When I am pained, I worship. I praise. I pray. The next day, my heart feels so unburdened and emancipated. I understand having joy and peace in the middle of pain now, when I used to be filled with nothing but skepticism.
I praised Him, and He delivered me. I worshiped Him, and He saved me from my own feelings. I don’t wonder whether it’s going to be a bad day or a good one anymore. I make it so the moment I remember to choose Jesus instead of my pains, my frustrations, my anger and my hurts. I hope you do too.
I wonder how they sang Hosanna and days later, Crucify him.
I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned.
But — I am Barabbas, sinner set free.
I yell Crucify him as I sing praises with ease.
I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory.
And yet, so Christ still died for me.
Still he died, where I should be,
a perfect love on that tree." J.S. (via jspark3000)
Passion of Christ on Good Friday.
Yes, I’m choosing joy. No, that does not mean it’s easy. I have the inner battle every day between joy & depression. Some days I’m barely hanging on to that joy. But it’s still there. I can still be sad & have joy. My joy comes from Christ in me, not the circumstances around me.