It’s a battle to live differently as a Christian in such a godless culture. It’s a battle to read His word daily. It’s a battle to come to Him in prayer. It’s a battle to honour Him with these essays. It’s a battle to know how to be both truthful and loving when sharing the gospel. It’s a battle to not drink. It’s a battle to not dress immodestly. It’s a battle to not dance all night at a club. It’s a battle not to gossip and exclude the unlovable. It’s a battle to love the least of these. It’s a battle to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus.
Everything is a battle, but because of the resurrection of Jesus and His triumph over sin, temptation and death, through His Spirit I live in Victory Days. He has won the battles for me, and cried out, “It is finished.” Now I live each day submitting to that reality and truth.
Today is a battle, but it is won through my Saviour and King.
// tonight we went to Head of the River, a massive pub in London set beside a beautiful river. It was sunset when we went for post essay drinks, and we saw some random English traditional dance. Had a wonderful conversation about John 4 and finding true satisfaction in Jesus. As I looked at the beauty of creation and people around me, I couldn’t help but praise God for who He is, the Living Water.
// seventeen thousand kilometers from home, these words are playing over and over in my head. what does it really mean for me to surrender everything to God, to go wherever He would call me? Am I willing to go deeper, further, higher than ever before, so my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Saviour? Learning so much being abroad, but mainly learning to trust God where He has called me // #theoxfordadventure
// Today I went to C S Lewis’ house in Oxford. It was more wonderful than I even expected. I heard stories about his life that I’d never heard before. I got to stand in his room and sit at his desk and wander the paths in the forest surrounding his house that no doubt inspired the world of Narnia. I’m so thankful for the way God worked through this man, and the words that he penned:
“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”