Chosen To Do Something

I’m having a hard time finding any purpose in my schooling right now. My dad says it’s preparing me for life (like how to manage when you have to get a million things done in a day). I suppose he’s right, but I still feel useless as a person right now. All I do is work, sit in a classroom, and do homework. I mean, I’m really involved in youth group and stuff, but there’s only so much I can do through that one avenue.

I want to do something at college. I don’t want to go and coast by like I’ve always done. I want every step, every breath, every conversation, every hand raised, every question answered to be done with a sense of a purpose beyond just getting by. I want my life to mean something. I want to accomplish things for God’s glory. I want to witness miracles, see people saved, lives made better, hearts reawakened, freedom embraced…

It’s just that the love has been stirring in me; the yearning to spread the compassion that’s overwhelming me. Like when I suddenly had an urge to adopt a family of African brothers. Honestly, I don’t care who I adopt or where they come from… There are so many children that need love. But it is ridiculous regarding some of the reasons there are so many kids needing adoption. In Africa, millions of people die every day from preventable diseases like diarrhea and malnutrition. Parents are dropping like flies and leaving whole groups of children to provide for themselves, who in turn end up dying as well. Then we look at China where they are throwing away kids just because they’re trying to manage crowd control. And if you’re not a boy, you’re even more likely to be tossed aside. And in Russia—oh man—you’re lucky if you even make it out of the birth canal alive. Know why? Because the women’s form of birth control there is to have an abortion when you’re pregnant and don’t want to be. Seriously, it is normal for these women to have between seven and thirty abortions in their lifetime! Can you imagine having the blood of thirty children on your hands?! It’s amazing what’s going on in this world!

My heart… my heart is so broken over the hurt and pain that so many people endure. I just wish I could hold every crying child, every hurting mother, every dying elder… Everyone. The list goes on… There is so much pain that everyone—man, woman, child, teen, elder, etc.—goes through. It breaks my heart. I wish that somehow I could make people see what amazing freedom and life can be experienced through Christ. He saves. There are so many people who need saving, so many who need rescuing from the pit of despair, hopelessness, anxiety, fear, shame, hate, addiction, poverty, condemnation, slavery… So many troubles and so few people know how to break free from the chains that hold them down. If only I could tell them, show them—I am a freedom story. Once bound by fear, condemnation, shame, and hopelessness; I am now rebirthed, reawakened, alive, made new to breathe the air of freedom; chains broken and left to decay beside the road as I walk boldly into a life of wonder with the Spirit of God and His majestic omnipotence to do all things. I am chosen. You were chosen. We all are chosen; set apart, purchased to be set free, sent to declare the coming of the Lord. The war has been raging. The battles keep coming. Evil was taking over. Its battles destroyed cities, families, lives. We must stand up and fight. We cannot just sit and wait for Him. He is here. The battle is now. We must fight, fight, fight. Keep winning, until the final battle is upon us and the glory of the Lord will flood down on us from the Heavens for victory of eternity.

But we still must fight—we who are chosen.

Isaiah 61:1-3 NIV

The Spirit of the Soverein Lord is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.

What am I going to do about it? I’m going to listen. I’m going to wait. I’m going to follow the call. I’m not going to be afraid to talk to people about Him. I’m not going to allow myself to be held by insecurity and lack of confidence. I’m going to act. And I’ve already started…

A couple Christian girls and I went around our college today asking people if they were Christians, went to a church, or if they knew someone who did. Then we invited them to the Christian group we hold once a week. We’re doing it through the Campus Crusade for Christ ministry…

My point: I’ve finally broken the barrier of fear. Now my love will lead me. Now my freedom will overcome. Now I walk the path of the chosen. I am chosen.