Yesterday, I was asked to share my life story with my Church.
I was hesitant at first. That was a part of my life I’ve completely let go of and unearthing it felt unnecessary. Furthermore, I’ve heard more powerful testimonies than mine – getting raped by family members as a child, losing (both) parents in a tragic accident, struggling with immorality and vices, worshipping the Enemy before finding Jesus, and so on – how could I compare my silent albeit blessed story with theirs?
I felt indifferent coursing through my story summarized in two pristine pages – 1.5 single space in perfect Helvetica – to a quiet audience of teenagers. Finding Jesus as a teenager through heartbreak – how evidently groundbreaking. My story has been told a million times, with different characters, in a variety of scenarios, yet with the same glorious ending: salvation.
How could I limit and undermine God’s work in my life when I have constantly been the object of His relentless affection? How could I mistake my God to be a God of mediocrity?
Our individual journeys are uniquely designed but we all fall short of the goodness, the love, and the glory of God. We are all so unlike Him that it takes a lifetime to achieve an infinitesimal speck of His goodness, and at the end of our lives, we all know that even on our best days, we sin.
Some people were called to a life of noble struggle that takes losing all things to discover that God is everything. Others were born into Christianity but it takes years of endless, brain wracking theology and practice to transform his or her life.
A story of one man’s struggle may end up being the subject of history books while my quiet work in progress may only resonate with a single person in a room full of people. And, I am finally okay with that.
Our journeys are so diverse yet the path to the pursuit of Goodness and Light is something we all end up chasing. His power is equal in our weakness yet my God is the God of glorious difference.