It would seem that my frustrations in different degrees of submission Christians live out their lives, boils down to a question. From the ‘Sunday’ Christian to the Martyr, we can see a different levels of submission. The question is a big one, as the answer begs a life of complete submission to Father. Deep down in our subconscious or may be even in the conscious we have asked a question of God. We have asked a question of our own faith, and the answer becomes the foundation for our Christian living. I would suggest that you have asked this ask question before, whether you have realised it or not. I too now ask you the question:

Do you really believe it?

I ask you to search for heart for the answer rather than giving the automated response, ‘of course I do’. Think for a moment. Pursue an answer to this and discover your level of belief or level of unbelief. Scratching the surface to the truth is not what God desires, I am sure you realise He wants more. After all, you have been taught it. But has this truth dropped from your head to your heart?

Again, do you really believe it?

I am convinced that when we do chase answers, we find them. If we are willing to delve deep into a quest for the truth we will find the uncomfortable answers, and the insatiable truth. When we find the answer and are convinced of the truth we are left with two options. To follow or not. Be aware that to not follow could mean being a 99% Christian.

If you are not fighting for the cause and following the truth, that you claim to believe with everything you have, I should contend that you may never have met Him. I use the term ‘50% Christian’ often, however, there is no such thing. We must realise that He desires nothing less than all of you. If you do not submit all, may I ask you, do you even no Him?
Do you really believe it?

I find myself asking, where does God draw the line in regards to our submission to Him? How much does he want? Would it simply be a prayer? Most of our lives and the odd idol? Everything but a relationship? I can safely say that He wants nothing less than every part of our beings.

If we truly saw the irresistible face of Christ, would we ever retain any part of our lives for ourselves? So, if we do not give everything, what are we saying about our faith? What are we even saying about Christ and His sacrifice? The truth, I find, is painful. The truth means discomfort. The truth means action not passivity, the greatest danger to a Christian. The truth of Christ means we submit everything. If you don’t submit everything, ask, do you know Him?

I beg you to search yourself. Find your level of submission and ask yourself whether you actually believe it or not. I believe it is a dangerous question. You will either stay the same and ignore the truth or change into His likeness.

I have asked this question recently in regards to the great commission. I have decided to refer to it as ‘The Great Implication’. If we really believe what we preach and are exposed to this command it leads to one thing; this is not a cold shoulder. The implication of understanding the truth is catastrophic. Devastating for everything we had planned. Overwhelming for our hearts to the point of breaking. Father desires everything from us, anything less will be considered luke-warm and be vomited out. If we submit all but a little, I believe, we have not seen Him and we don’t even know Him. If we knew Him rightly, we would automatically put Him first, above everything else. Jesus requires all. We must surrender all.

A moment of change or a life time process? However it is done,you decide.
At first I find it amusing when a Christian is stubborn enough to reject the truth of life change. But I think again, and it hurts. This is a dashed hope for a dying world. Giving your cold shoulder to truth results in a luke-warm ‘Christian’.

I look around my nation. It is lost. I am in awe that God’s forgiveness can stretch so far, to forgive the church for her idolatry. Across my nation I look for a passion for souls, I see little, and wonder where God went. But then I remember, God left when we forgot our neighbours. When we crushed them. When we put other things before God.

Kenya is coming.

I am coming from a comfortable western, materialistic, bubble.
The world hurts.
In 3 days I will be skipping into a broken nation, with more westerners. We will have our digital Cameras, Malaria Pills and hand sanitizer. The people have none of these… we do. I know the culture is different, but there is more to this.

Could I see reality for a moment please?

A hurting world is nigh and I would like to see reality. I take a glimpse and realise that very very very few warriors of the cross are fighting; or even aware of the fight. Did we miss the saviour’s teaching? Did we close our ears and shut our Bibles at the call to action? What does submission even mean to us?

Please, give me excuses. I am sure you have thought of many. May I hazard a guess? You have kids? A mortgage? Retirement to pursue? Cars? Wealth? Friends? Family? To name but a few. But listen to this, one day we will all have to stand before GOD. One day we all will give an account to the creator of this universe. One day every little thing said and done will be laid bear. What will you say then? Did you think of the kingdom first?

I will finish with the question we must ask ourselves, do we really believe it?

Do you really believe it?