There Are Places We Must Go

There are places you must go and there are things you can’t take with you.

Things happen, life happens to us all and the truth is that we pick up things along the way. Baggage looks different in everyone’s life. It can be a mindset, a certain way of behaving, a button that everyone knows not to press, a root, a stronghold, an arrow… maybe it looks like a ton of bricks sitting on your shoulders. …Baggage looks different in everyone’s life.

But the truth is that, there are places you must go and there are things you can’t take with you.

You will come to a point in your life when all that you’ve talked about and all that actually is meet at a crossroads. It becomes not a matter of good speech, compelling arguments, inspiring blogs (ha), but a matter of doing, being, and becoming. You will come to a point in your life when what you’ve always talked about is right in front of you. Destiny. And that is where God wants us. Because destiny, you see, is fulfilled when we stop working for a portion in this life, and start living on behalf of eternity. Destiny is about doing, not performing. It’s about becoming, not appearing. Because there are places we must go,

…but there are things we can’t take with us.

 

 

When people enlist in the military, they don’t get to check off a list of preferred countries, causes, or leaders to be under. Theoretically, an individual actually lays down his or her RIGHT to a normal life because they believe in something much greater than themselves. Their signature on a sheet of paper means (to put it simply): I’ll go anywhere and I’ll do anything for the sake of the kingdom that I enlisted to sustain and defend. …I’m sure you’ve picked up on the fact that I’m using an (imperfect) earthly institution/system to illustrate a much larger picture.

What I’m getting at is this:  if and when we spend our days talking about destiny, being radical, and following Jesus Christ to the uttermost ends of the earth, we better mean it. Because every “soldier” that enlists in the GOOD fight (healing the brokenhearted, proclaiming liberty to the captives, recovering sight to the blind, and bringing freedom to those who are oppressed), will train and prepare for a very real assignment that requires sacrifice.

Things happen, life happens to us all and the truth is that we pick up things along the way. Baggage looks different in everyone’s life. It can be a mindset, a certain way of behaving, a button that everyone knows not to press, a root, a stronghold, an arrow… maybe it looks like a ton of bricks sitting on your shoulders. …Baggage looks different in everyone’s life.

Weight might help a soldier to train for a season, but it will ultimately suck the life and energy out of him (or her) if it’s carried as far as the battlefield.

We must learn to die to whatever it is that’s holding us back from our destiny in Christ Jesus. Because behind every “place” you’re called to, are faces, and behind every face is a story, and behind every story is a heart waiting for healing, a captive waiting to be set free, a set of eyes waiting for sight, and a human being waiting to meeting a LIVING Jesus Christ…

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me,
Because He has anointed Me
To preach the gospel to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,[a]
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind,
To set at liberty those who are oppressed…”

Luke 4:18

You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier. 2 Timothy 2:3-4

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