In the beginning…

In the beginning was the Word… (John 1:1) And he is the head of the body, the church: who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead; that in all [things] he might have the preeminence. (Col 1:18)

God has always been with me.  I know that now, anyways, but I didn’t always.  I went thru the stereotypical teenage angst, thinking “What does it all mean… what is the purpose of it all?” finally concluding that there was no meaning and we’re all just haphazardly here, roaming about until we die.  Woe was me, and to all who feel that way.

Recently I was asked to share my testimony with others – to tell the story about how Jesus saved my life, not only on this earth but for eternity and I’m not a very good story teller in person.  And I’m a particularly terrible joke teller – although most people I know think I’m pretty funny.  So I was nervous, because how do you share something as profound (to me) as how I was saved from self-destruction in a listenable manor when you’re not particularly good at this sort of thing?  Trust God.

I read the following recently in this blog and it explains perfectly how I feel about sharing my testimony – and will also explain the name of this blog as well: (Mark 12:41-44)

(In the) story about the widow (who gave) the two copper coins Jesus observed how people were giving in the temple and said “For all of them have contributed out of their abundance; but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.”

The main point of the text is NOT that Jesus wasn’t condemning the religious folks, he was calling them a bunch of hypocrites, crooks, and cheats. The main point is NOT Jesus being concerned about who you give to, whether it’s a good cause or not.

The main point here is that Jesus is talking about giving as an act of worship, an act of the heart, an act of love. Giving is about God! She out of her poverty, she gave herself.
In this widow’s case it doesn’t even makes sense what she is doing. She’s poor. Out of her poverty ὑστέρησις (hysterēsis) she put in everything she had. The base word, Latin root for here is the same one as hysteria, a reluctance, internal friction in the moving parts.

Isn’t that what like much of our giving is like; I can so relate to this idea. Out of the hysteria in our lives, out of our feeling of poverty, our internal friction, we give or not.

Many contribute out of their abundance, that’s a good thing, that’s worthwhile, God wants us to give, but it’s not why we should give. The act of giving is an act of worship. An act of love, an act of the heart.

This is why I write.  This is why I share my life.  This is my act of worship, act of love, act of the heart.

(Revelation 12:11) And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives to the death.