Telling by Living

Sometimes it baffles me what people don't know about me.  They don't know I have a whole last name.  That I have two sisters.  That I love to blow glass.

People don't know what you don't tell them.  I graduated from a college where last names only matter for a select few (and "Ax" was satisfactory).  The "my sister" stories are not always the same sister.  Apparently I don't talk about glass blowing.

Have you told people you're a Christian?

I don't just mean telling them with your words, I mean telling and showing them with your actions.  More than inviting them to church on Sunday.  Bring a helpful hand, walking through life with them, and praying for (and with) them.  Loving them even when it's hard.  Letting them see a glimpse of Jesus by seeing you.

If you've been in my room, you've seen my hand-blown pen holder, the vase, and the paperweight.  My love of glassblowing can be evidenced by my knickknacks.  Can my love of Christ be evidenced by my thoughts, my words, and my actions?

Have I told people with my life that I am a follower of Christ? 

Have you?

<>< Katie (Axelson)

Being Christ-Like

What does it mean to be Christ-like?

To be born of a virgin, get lost in the temple, answer questions with questions, cast out demons, and be perfect.

Well, yes.  But also no.

Being Christ-like also mean being rejected by even your family, choosing close friends from unlikely places, doing the dirty jobs, and being obedient to death.

To say you want to be Christ-like doesn't mean you want to be perfect.  It means you're willing to suffer.

Ouch.