Quit Your Life

It was the normal Tuesday morning drill — an array of seating arranged to form a circle. Settling in, chatter ensued with several conversations merging into one: overseas missions.

“Surely God doesn’t expect us all to pack up and move to another country…”

For the first time that morning, the room fell silent.

“Surely not. Surely we’re not all called to pack up and move to a foreign country, right?”

That response seemed logical – to all – judging by the nods of agreement all around.

So, why was I still skeptical?

Uncomfortable?

It would take several years and a book, “Kisses From Katie,” to gain clarity.

Katie Davis wrote, “I quit my life… I quit college; I quit cute designer clothes and my little yellow convertible; I quit my boyfriend. I no longer have all the things the world says are important.”

“I quit my life…”

Of course.

OF COURSE!

Maybe God did not call me to quit my life and move to Africa,

but

He has called me to quit my life.

Furthermore — while I may never be called to pack a suitcase and leave behind everything I know — if leaving behind creature comforts to live out God’s call on my life looks radical, it’s cause for concern.

Because I suspected that this — in no way, shape, or form — looked radical to Christ.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.” Romans 12:1

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