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Why are you a Christian?

I am not a Christian to pursue happiness and squeeze as much joy as possible out of this life.

I am not a Christian because it is a good investment in my impending afterlife.  

I am not a Christian to be issued a spiritual hazmat suit that protects me from the evil and pain of this world.
But, I am a Christian because I have seen a glimpse of the master of the universe.  The one true God. The author of life.  The ONE.  I have found Him to be so inexpressibly worthy, that to only glorify Him would be my greatest life’s pursuit.

Worthy...deserving of all attention, respect, and effort.  Glorify...to position one’s self in a place where something greater is allowed to shine brighter, be lifted higher.  I am a Christian because it draws the clearest path towards allowing me to best glorify the only worthy God.  If I may do one thing with this rushing lifeblood I have been given, let it be to sparkle for my King.  

And, to sparkle for Him I will do, no matter the cost.  If I will glorify Him best in Hell, then so be it.  I will go.  Many of God’s people before me have been to hell and back through the horrors they have walked through in this life.  That is of little account to us.

I am finding that the best ways to sparkle for such a worthy King is to do what He did.  To love the outcast, stand up for weak, and fight for the truth.

Yes, I serve a good God, who loves His people with unfathomable measures and delights in giving good gifts to those He loves.  Look at my life.  You can’t miss the showers of His blessings and promises.  I live one of the most wonderful lives out there (in my personal opinion, of course).  But, if it were all gone tomorrow, I would still glorify Him, because He would still be God.  And, I would be just as content in sparkling for Him in the dark as I am in the light.  

At the end of the day, I choose to be a Christian.  I choose to sparkle for my King.  

Why are you a Christian?

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