bringing Christ.

I finally finished the Chronicles of Narnia. I've been told for the past several years that "the end was their favorite part" and now I can finally agree.

It paints an absolutely beautiful picture. Narnia is falling, clearly conquered, but the kids are still fighting, ever so hard, for what they know is true and beautiful...for Aslan. Though their fight is futile, though they have no shot at victory and many have turned against them, they stick it out to the end and are immediately delivered to Aslan at their deaths.

The New Narnia, Heaven, is more glorious than the last. It was clearly something worth fighting for, clearly something worth working to bring to the old earth.

Ross and I talked a bit a girl who had begun to doubt the purpose of Christianity after a mission trip to Africa. I believe this is a common stumbling block for a lot of people. Christianity seems so irrelevant when kids can't get to food and their parents are dying of AIDS or even curable diseases. How relevant is it trying to get a kid to pray the prayer?

I think that while bringing Christianity can seem irrelevant, bringing Christ is not.

That, after all, is what we're called to do. To be ambassadors for Christ, not Christianity. When we begin to make a choice to bring Christ to darkness, to bring hope to somewhere hopeless, we put ourselves in the middle of the fight. We have to choose the hard choice, to fight, when others say all is lost, when others don't see a reason for fighting, when fighting is 'uncool', but dressing like a warrior is.

So fight. Even though it's not cool. Even though it's not glamorous. Even though it's so EASY not to, and so EASY to ignore it.

And slow down and pray. It's hard to find a fight when you're going 60 miles an hour on your way to work, running five minutes late, in your Passat. Hard to even believe there IS a fight...but there always is.