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My youth pastor's message last sunday night scared me to tears - literally. we're on a sojourn through the often-forgotten book of Ecclesiastes, and we were working through Chapter 3.
He spoke about a backpacking trip he took with his dad to the Grand Canyon, and putting his toes out over the edge of the canyon for a picture. He spoke about how at that moment, he felt truly alive. He talked about living true life, being 100% in the present, not dwelling on the past or worrying about the future [as I tend to do].
And I wondered, am I living? Obviously, I am 'living' in the literal sense of the word...my heart is beating, but am I living?? Am I just on autopilot, navigating through these years, making the transition into adulthood siliently, where I will end up the typical suburban housewife trapped in a consumer culture, until the end of my life, when I'm just a little old lady sitting in bed wishing that I had used this time to experience life, and embrace the radical existence I have been called to in Christ?
And then an even more sobering thought: Maybe I'm just too scared to really live. Maybe the thought of having every isngle one of my senses alert scares me, and I'd rather just blend into the world, live and die as if that was it?
How does a 16-year-old student living in suburbia live a radically different life? How can I make my time count?
How Can I Live Life???
love and peace,
m
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