For a long time I believed in God but I didn’t do anything about it.
I didn’t read the Bible. I didn’t go to church. I didn’t try to help anyone or share my beliefs. I thought believing was enough.
Then I went to college. I found Progression. My church is full of people honestly and whole-heartedly seeking God. It’s been the best thing to happen to me. Because of their influence, I am now honestly and whole-heartedly seeking God. I share my faith. I read my Bible.
Most importantly I get the chance to help people through church. This past Saturday I helped at our Community Egg Hunt. I was supposed to be the face-painter, but instead some tiny humans painted my face because that meant they were having a great time. I got to talk to people and see people decide to come to Progression.
I saw people like me a few months ago, finding home. And it was right in this moment I realized why my faith before college felt weird. It was empty. I was empty. My faith was dead because there was no work involved (James 2). Once I started living purposefully, living for God, I found a true faith that is better than anything. My faith is alive and breathing. It just took a little work.