If there is one thing I have learned about the Christian life, it’s this: it’s a fight. It’s a fight because my heart likes to think other things will fill it more than Jesus. My heart doesn’t always desire the things he does. My heart often loves others things in this world more than it loves its savior. My mind is weak, too. I don’t always have the capacity or ability to understand things the way they’re meant to be understood. I wrestle and grapple with things I know are true but can’t fully grasp how or why.
And so, I am a branch. I am dependent upon a Vine. I am not a source of knowledge, love, affection, or goodness. I can not manufacture any of those things on my own. All I want in this world is to love God and to be made like him, but I can’t even do that. But thank God! Thank God for the Vine – Jesus, the Christ, the Messiah. For apart from him, I can do nothing. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can I, unless I abide in him. My life is hidden with Christ. In him I find all I need.
Writing is how these truths are best reinforced in me. Writing, for me, is the process of taking the blocks of my thoughts and shifting, rotating, and maneuvering them until they click into their respective places. Until they make sense. Until they become me. The “ink” portion of this blog represents writing, but also reading – words that birth those blocks of thought and build upon each other as a solid foundation. I love books (and articles, and blogs) because of the person they have made me and are making me (and here’s a little bit more on how).