It is my confession this afternoon.
Mediocrity.
And I am willing to bet that a majority of you reading this post stand beside me.
Passive.
Tolerant.
Secretive.
Proud.
Passive, because I let the world walk by without sharing the salvation that they need.
Tolerant, because I’m OK to stand on the sidelines and block out the blaring truth that millions need the Hope that I have!
Secretive, because I can walk into Walmart and leave without one person knowing that I live for the risen Christ.
Proud, because I look down on the sinners around me, yet refuse to share the light that rescued me from that same darkness.
After a long summer working at Wolf Mountain Christian camp, I was reminded that I have decided to follow Jesus.
No turning back.
No turning back.
And yet here I stand knee deep in mediocrity, forgetting the scars in His hands, my eyes blinded to the cross, and my joy of His glorious resurrection suspended by the cares of this world.
All this time that I have willingly wasted.
And you know what pushed me over the edge? A pastor from San Diego died suddenly of a heart attack on August 02, 2014. The same day that I was wrapped up in the world that I was building for myself. The same day that I was blinded by frivolous things and selfish wants. I had forgotten the reality of life and death. I had all but forgotten the Hope that I have for eternity.
And I was pushed even farther down when I began to pray fervently for this pastor’s wife, because I realized something very sad. I pray so passionately for people when tragedy occurs, but if life is seemingly going well, then my prayers for others are fewer and less fervent. Why?
Because, I am a mediocre Christian.
Now I cry, “Create in me a clean heart, oh God! And renew a right spirit within me! Cast me not away from they presence oh God and take not thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation and renew a right spirit within me.”
I have decided to daily surrender the mediocre. I have decided to follow Jesus.
No turning back.
No turning back.
Not even for a quick glance.
Sierra V. Fedorko 