I went to space on Saturday, and it has given me some clarity.
Yes. You read that right. SPACE.
Okay, not literally. But I grabbed hold of the door handle on Apollo 11. You know, the thing that took homo sapiens to the moon.
So yeah, I’ve basically been to space.
Anyway, here’s the clarity:
We live in a teeny tiny existence that feels like a universe. We’re so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. This is both terrifying and liberating.
Think about it: we’re a microscopic speck on the page of a book in an atom’s library. To this invisible thing, we are too small to see.
We are naturally that insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
But here’s the beautiful thing:
God chooses to make us visible.
And He lets us decide how we want to be seen.
As a friend, an acquaintance, a stranger in passing…
As a constant blessing, a giver and taker, a relationship parasite…
As a lover, a mediator, a hater…
As proclaimed Christians, we bear the responsibility of this truth: how we choose to be seen is a direct reflection on His image, whether an accurate portrayal of His character or not.
And this makes us not just visible, but significant.
When we make our faith known to the world, every single action becomes a statement and every word a contractual obligation.
So when we choose to lay our lives down before Jesus, we must not just accept Him as our Savior. We must accept Him as our Lord, Guide, Chief Navigator, Disciplinarian, Father, and Lover of our soul. Forever. Not for a moment. For. Ever.
Because it’s not about us.
It’s never been about us.
And even as our significance increases, it decreases.
Because when we’re doing it right, when we’re living right, in all the radiant visibility we are granted by God, we become once more invisible and only Christ can be seen in, on, and around us.
Just as it should be.
Moment of full honesty: I was thinking about this before I “went to space.” I just couldn’t bypass an opportunity to tell you that I TOUCHED THE FREAKING DOOR HANDLE OF APOLLO 11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!