Regardless

I started this blog way back who-knows-when as a diary of my longing. I intended to fill it with yearning and praise for the Spirit. I guess I started off pretty well, but somewhere in the midst of all the poetry and essays, I got caught up in myself. It wasn't about God anymore. Actually, I take that back, it definitely was ABOUT God. I did a pretty good job of writing eloquent poems and essays ABOUT God, but that wasn't the point of my blog. No, the point was to write WITH God. I wanted to keep a daily (or, more generally, periodic) journal of my walk with Christ.

I have always wanted to be a writer. Maybe I was not destined to become the next William Shakespeare or Walt Whitman, but I wanted to write. I wanted my material, for lack of better words, to sound good. Lately, I have seemed to have lost the muse, so to speak. I have not had the desire to write, and when the urge has come along, my writings just haven't been good.

I am writing this long overdue entry as part of my Easter weekend awakening. I went to the Passion City Church Good Friday service on Friday night expecting it to be just another big worship service. I've heard about Passion, and I've never been much of a skeptic (trust me, Louie Giglio undoubtedly speaks words from God and Chris Tomlin does more than just sing songs), but I played the role of the skeptic this weekend. While I did expect to whole-heartedly worship and hear a pretty good message, I didn't really expect God to show up. At least, not like He did. I don't think there's any other way to describe it besides out of this world.

I probably couldn't even begin to describe how much God revealed to me this weekend, but my awakening was this: God is God. He's God regardless of what I make of Him. He is God regardless of my eloquence (or lack thereof). He's God from everlasting to everlasting, from beginning to end. He has always been God, and always will be. Regardless.