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Just Do It. (Swoosh!)

So there’s this pastor, Pastor Jackson and he’s from Africa. He’s got the voice of Rafiki and the fire of God in him. Honestly, the two times I went to hear him speak, I was refreshed. This man spoke of the differences between the way we Christians live in America verses the followers of Christ in Africa.

I hope one day I can be among the crowds of African followers worshipping in their beautiful tongue, dancing with joy, shouting and screaming and hollering about my Lord all out in the open.

Pastor Jackson says that in Africa, they read the word and do it. They don’t buy more books and listen to tapes and sermons and read more books until *poof* things change. African followers read the word and JUST DO IT.

In public today, one of my friends said that I, Bridget Gee follow the Word. That it seems easy for me. I just go out and do what, word says, as I applied it to my life. So she thinks. This woman who views me this way is two years older than me. She is someone I see not only as a friend but I look up to and respect as authoritative. She invited me into leadership and ministry opportunities that she believed I would be good at. She has a lot of faith in me. To me, she is amazing. And she has the gall to say, “Bridget, it just seems to come more easily for you.”

That blows my mind. Because for me, “being” a Christian is easy. Living the life that God is everyday calling me to, is not. It blesses my heart to hear that other people see in me someone who does what God teaches me. I’m not saying it’s about being recognized as a good person, because I never expect to. (Rather, I don’t really see myself as one.)

Here’s what I’m trying to say:

It’s good to know I am doing something. Especially when I think I’m not. Because I long to be the crazy in the back who dances and sings (singing louder than I already do). I would love to show my love for God the way they do in other places. What holds me back from that? What am I afraid of? Falling deeper into God’s life and hope?

I am looking for something contagious lately. My prayer is that I can be crazy.

God, make me crazy.


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I have more than ten people who I call my best friend. (Best and favorite are words I use in plural.) My dad says that my hobby is my friends. “Friends are all it’s about!” He says. At first, I didn’t like that he called it my hobby. But over the years, I realized, it’s true.

I love socializing. I love conversation and adventure and being with people. I have sacrificed quality study time for quality time with others. If any of you know what love languages are, my top one is quality time. My investment is into people, not my education. As I write this, I am procrastinating from studying for a midterm I have tomorrow. Everything within me knows I should be learning more about evolution and cooperation and social behavior. But this is my social behavior! To be communicating, expressing, giving, releasing. You could say it’s what I’m passionate about.

I am passionate about relationship. It’s how God made us. To be in relationship with Him and one another. And to glorify him through that. That is my deepest passion. That is what moves me and makes my blood pump.

The reason I am writing this is because I have met many people who are not passionate. They lack a drive and motive. I have had a friend tell me before that his life was boring. That nothing exciting was happening. So I asked him why he wasn’t doing something about it. Because he thought that that’s just how it was, as if there was nothing he could do.

That drives me bonkers!

We are created to be passionate. The best things are full of passion. When I think of passion I think of life. I think of love. I don’t know why I do anything without passion. There are a lot of things that are required of us that we put no passion into. Imagine if we did. I see passion as a verb. If I was passionate about ecology, my grades would look as good as my relationships do. If I was passionate about reading and writing like I wish I was, I would be setting aside time to invest into those as much time as I invest into my friends.

I want to live every moment with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I want my eyes to be open wide, I want to see, smell, hear, touch and taste with clarity and excitement. I want to be full of purpose and intention and such a passion that it spreads like an STD.

Yeah. I said it. Are you passionate about anything? Does something move you to tears or make you angry or excited or happy?

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