For so long I thought that part of being a good Christian was to serve in ways that I hated. By some strange logic, I thought doing things that I was not passionate about or built for, on a regular basis, made me holier. No joke, the thought process crossed my mind more than once that I should do_______ because I hate it and that would be crucifying my flesh and make me more like Jesus.
For instance… tiny humans… I love my tiny human (and future tiny humans). And I might possibly love your tiny human in a one on one scenario. But put me in a room full of tiny humans and I want to run away screaming and/or tie up and gag all the tiny humans. My Mom, God bless her, is a Kindergarten teacher and LOVES it. And I spent enough time in and out of her classroom growing up to KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am NOT good with nor passionate about large groups of booger eaters.
I find when I release my need for perfection to the One who is already perfect, I actually sin less. I actually judge less. I am far less critical. I actually see others with more mercy.
Mercy releases you and others from a standard you could never keep on your own.
You see, the only One who actually has the right to hold me to perfect standards has said, “I have been perfect for you because you couldn’t be. I took your mess so you could live in my beauty.” Jesus is too busy wooing me with His love and kindness to be condemning me. And in fact, when we fail to issue mercy and grace, we side with the accuser of the brethren, Satan, in the courtroom of God.
Hunting. Of all the mediums for adventure that I could write about and share with others, why hunting? Simply put, it is something that I am immensely passionate about, and it’s one of the oldest traditions of our ancestors. It is a combination of several things that I love.
Hunting is wild and adventurous. It pushes me to my limits. It tests me in ways that nothing else can. It challenges me.