Work=activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.
Ergon (Greek word): deed, doing, labor, work. From a primary (but obsolete) ergo (to work); toil (as an effort or occupation); by implication, an act — deed, doing, labour, work.
“Do not work for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you, for on Him the Father, God, has set His seal.”
Therefore they said to Him, “What shall we do, so that we may work the works of God?”
Jesus answered and said to them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in Him whom He has sent.”
I read this passage and walked away wondering…Am I trying to make this so complicated? Am I trying to find a formula or isolate those areas that “work” for me rather than keeping it as simple as believing in Him? Maybe, just maybe, it’s more of a risk in trust to venture confidently with belief rather than reason, logic and oh, yes…experiences or what’s worked in the past. I don’t want to get what I’ve always gotten…I want to let Him take me places that go beyond what I can ask or imagine.
Just a few rough-edged thoughts…what do you think?
I’m a learner at heart.
As I read and write…I learn about myself, about God, about others, about life.
When I write, I want to capture a moment, a feeling, a piece of truth staring me down, and share that with whoever is listening.
And just maybe, sometimes, the words might strike a cord with someone else’s heart like they did with mine. They might bring up a question, bring them back to a moment, touch them, make them feel alive, let us share life.
Because when I feel deeply, the words are part of the story and what I see. I don’t want the moment to go unnoticed, to slip away. So, I capture the memory in the words that portray beautiful truth. And when this happens, how can I not share the painting?
As life truly is a work of art made up of brush strokes that move us along in the journey. So, I splash words on paper to evoke inspiration, encouragement, freedom, and the simple every day moments.
Good writing changes me, deepens me, makes my eyes go big and sometimes makes them green with tears. And good writing itself makes me want to write to stir up the paint to make something beautiful that expresses the abundant life in Christ.
Why do you write?
I love this. Nothing fancy just simple, thoughtful and loving.