a powerful emotion, such as love, joy, hate or anger. boundless enthusiasm. an abandoned display of emotion.
what are you passionate about?
i venture to say those things have changed over the course of my life. but this past weekend, i was able to experience something like i never have before. honestly, i'm still not sure there are adequate words to express it all. my heart ponders all the treasure i found.
this past weekend, i traveled to atlanta for a conference with our college students.
and 20,000+ of our closest friends.
it was my first time attending the passion conference. but passion is more than a conference. it is a movement. a movement committed to spreading the fame of Jesus Christ to the million of college students over the globe.
images of my years spent on the campus of clemson raced through my mind all weekend. images that showed a sorority girl with both feet in the world, chasing selfish desires. a girl who cared more about how to fit in with everyone else. a girl who was so very lost. and consumed with popularity and parties.
and yet, this weekend, i was surrounded by college students who descended on the phillips arena with one purpose. to worship Jesus.
it moved my heart in ways unexplainable.
a room filled with thousands and thousands and thousands of voices lifting Jesus name high has the power to change to lives. witnessing people praying over complete strangers causes hearts to unite. listening to whispered prayers fill an arena like a warm breeze moves your heart closer to heaven.
for a fleeting moment, i longed for the chance to go back and do it all over again. to chase Jesus as hard and fast as i chased the world during college.
instead, i choose to join a generation of people who seek to find complete satisfaction in God. a generation that refuses to slumber any longer. a generation that craves spiritual awakening. a generation that lives for Jesus.
Yes, Lord, walking in the way of your laws,
we wait for you;
your name and renown
are the desire of our hearts.
we wait for you;
your name and renown
are the desire of our hearts.
isaiah 26:8
i am not the same as i was before i went to atlanta.
tears were shed. barriers were crossed. walls were torn down. dark places were illuminated. hands were lifted. and prayers were answered.
a fire was ignited. a passion burns bright. one that begs not to be stifled.
as my heart still unpacks all the treasure uncovered from this past weekend, i would love to know about a time your heart was lit on a fire for Jesus. how are you kindling that fire so it still burns bright?
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