They’ve seen Christianity in our fish symbols on our cars and in our Good News handouts. We hear it in crooning song lyrics.

They’ve met Christians that go to church, and bible study, and every other program.

Jesus came to Earth, not because Israel didn’t know of God, but because they needed Him to reconcile them to God. In infant hands and nail pierced feet our God lived the Gospel among His people.

Americans have heard of Jesus, some of them are knee deep in Jesus pop culture.


The question I’m wrestling with, is how is God calling me to show them Who Jesus is? Its a question I ask every day, because the answer is a calling that grows and changes.

Yesterday I walked past a man on the corner with wrinkled face and dirty clothes. He held a sign in his shaking fingers that read, “Hungry Veteran: Help.”

I wanted to avert my eyes; to walk in a wider circle around him. Instead I sucked in a breath and looked him in his tired, amber eyes. I nodded and whispered, “God bless you.”

Tomorrow I wonder what it would looked like if I was a blessing? What does it look like for you?

a living sacrifice

“Brothers and sisters, in view of all we have just shared about God’s compassion, I encourage you to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, dedicated to God and pleasing to him. This kind of worship is appropriate for you.” Romans 12:1

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2 comments on “Being a Living Sacrifice”

  1. What a good question. I have thought it so many times too. I realized the other day I treat some neighbors more important than others.I ended up talking to a a neighbor at a school breakfast because I realized she had no other mom friends. It always makes me think when I see the homeless too. Good treatment of a tough question, Lindsay.

    • Thanks Christina. A question I wrestle with daily- my prayer is that God would give me a heart to see the people in need that are in front of me. Not always easy when life gets “busy and stressful” but so much more important than the things I tend to distract myself with.

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