Real Life in Jesus Christ

It's the talks that start about sports and scarves and end up pouring out your heart at a table, drinking too strong coffee laced with sugar and broken honesty.

It's the doing, not saying you'll pray and worship and "make time" for God, but having bruised knees and tired arms and tear stained pages as evidence of the peace you recieved coming from something much greater than Dr. Phil & self help books.

It's the tangible love offered to a stranger or a friend. Being there to help them move or eat or even stand when their demons seem invisible and they feel alone.

It's more than thinking of them when you see their empty chair. It's tracking their lost soul down when they're so blind to life that they don't even remember how they exist.

Real Life is more than church.

It's laundry late on Friday nights when you and your roommate are both out of clean socks.
It's mornings that deserve cold pizza and pancakes.
It's frisbee on the field even if you have a test tomorrow,
and it's the cups of coffee you'll drink cramming late into the night.

It's more than a Tuesday or Wednesday night in a room with "church people".

It's all people,
all times,
everything.

And we were called for more than a part time job. We were called to love tangibly, pray brokenly, and live selflessly. For every moment to be engrossed in something much deeper than the surface. To carry peace and wisdom. Mercy and Love.
And Jesus.

and to not compartmentalize.

Real life is now.
and it's tomorrow.
and Jesus wants to be part of the frisbee matches and test cramming and laundry and pancakes and brokenness.

Let Him.