First Steps
I have a confession to make.
I am not who I believe I should be. I am not who I want to be. I am not who my wife thinks I ought to be. But most of all, I am not who God made me to be.
I say all that to simply admit that I do make mistakes; mistakes in actions, in reactions, in words and in deeds. I have to admit that it is even possible that my opinions and conclusions may be wrong sometimes. But thankfully I usually try to admit that I could be wrong about those. I am loud, passionate, and overbearing sometimes in my attitude and delivery. I am human. For that I apologize.
I have also been challenged more this past year about what it means to be Christlike than ever before. I in turn have grown uncomfortable in my role in the mission Jesus left with us all. I have tried to take the lazy way out and tell myself that my job was to discern and instruct, to study and to share. But I realize that is not enough. The time I spend trying to herd others onto the path I see, instead of taking the first steps onto that path myself, is wasteful. And if there is one thing I know, it is that time is running out.
Our goal is to be a disciple and our mission is to go and make disciples. Discipleship at its simplest is to become like the Master. A lot of us are already working on the goal, including myself, but not so much on the mission. It does seem that the vast majority of even steady, faithful, church goers are not ready to take those first steps. I have been hesitant myself for too long and it grieves me more each day. I know that the frustration that is building in me is starting to come out in ways that do the vision a disservice. And it is not very Christlike at the same time.
I know that changes must come if the Kingdom is going to advance. Changes in the way we have been looking at the mission. Changes in the way we look at Church, denominational institutions, and leadership. Changes in the way we present the love of Jesus to the world. Changes in the way we relate to all of those around us. Changes in the way we see ourselves as citizens of the Kingdom of God. Changes in our worldly nationalistic pride. Changes in our tacit acceptance of our own evil agendas. Changes in our hate filled grandiloquence towards those that we see as beneath us good Christians. Changes that have to be realized and actualized if we are to show our Father we really are on board with Him.
I have desperately tried to relay this, just waiting for someone to take those first steps. What I did not see was that maybe I need to take them. There are about to be changes in my life. I am going to step up and step out. I just have to remind myself the first steps are the hardest.
Love you all
He was probably a little older than me, maybe mid fifties, and a pretty big man. A couple of inches over six feet and his wife looked small beside him. He was almost throwing their bags in the trunk and as I got closer I heard a couple of racial slurs and quite a few choice phrases and words that I hope none of you use. Someone had definitely raised this man’s ire.
I learned something about fish, especially goldfish. The aquariums led to outdoor creations called water gardens. I have built four of those over the years. We lived without an abundance of financial resources, as you might imagine, so I looked for ways to do things on the cheap. I found that I could go to Wal-Mart and buy “feeder” goldfish for about a dime in those days. So I would pick up about twenty and put them in one of my little ten gallon worlds and see what happened. These goldfish were not very hardy since they were only bred as food, but some would surprise me and live a while. But they never got very big.
As some of you already know, I used to be a loner. I was introverted and pretty much hated everyone. Then I met Jesus and entered his Kingdom as a child and servant of God and started the process of change. As all of us know, God sometimes makes supernatural changes in us in certain ways immediately but he seems to do this in various ways. Some may be miraculously delivered from addictions to tobacco for instance while another may not. One way I was not changed was in my attitude towards assemblies, groups, fellowships, and even church.
With my limited ability I do my best to teach two classes a week at church. I read the bible a lot, read all sorts of forums and blogs and try to interact with both Christian and non Christian to a degree. I pray. I will discuss God and the Kingdom with anybody at anytime. I write these blog articles and try to promote it and my brother’s blogs also. I pray before meals in restaurants and in hospitals while visiting family. I try my best not to even make a promise that I am not sure I cannot keep, much less lie. I am not ashamed of the gospel or my Savior in any way.



