You tell me...

21Jesus looked at him and loved him. "One thing you lack," he said. "Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me."

22At this the man's face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth.

Mark 10:21

So, the past day or two, I've been reading this book by Shane Claiborne called "The Irresistible Revolution" and some of the things that he has said in that book have really made me go....uhhhh greeaaattt. What I mean by that is I feel like the past couple weeks God has preparing me for a challenge. You know, the kind where he drops a hint here, and then whispers something over there and before you know it, you've got this huge step of faith to do. Well in the past two weeks, the verse shown above has popped up in 8 different situations...(did I count? uhhh, you bet). My first reaction is when I hear this verse is to think, "Okay God, I'll give everything away but can I keep _______" And then, my second reaction is to think of how this would look like. What exactly does selling all of my possessions and just do whatever God tells me. Then, I remember, that it doesn't matter what it looks like. If it's really what God is telling me, who cares what it looks like, I should be doing it anyway.
Well, I'm not really sure what will be going on in the next few weeks, but I'm going to be trying my best to make a lot of changes. I want to eat out less, spend less money, be more compassionate, and at the end of the day, just demonstrate a person of God, the person that God put me on this earth to be.

"I remember hearing about an old comic back in the days of St. Ed's. Two guys are talking to each other, and one of them says he has a question for God. He wants to ask why God allows all of this poverty and way and suffering to exist in the world. And his friend says, "Well, why don't you ask?" The fellow shakes his head and says he is scared. When his friend asks why, he mutters, "I'm scared God will ask me the same question." Over and over, when I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed in the world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, "You tell me why we allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands, my feet." The Irresistible Revolution

Uhhhh....greeeaattt.