So tonight as I was wandering around online (Read: Wasting time looking up names on Google to see what it would come up with. (Oh, man, I’m not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, am I? . . . I mean, “With what up it might come.”)), and I stumbled across a advert for a documentary/film made by some people who want to expose the good work God is doing in the lives of young people. (The link is here if you want to check them out.)

And of course, that sounds like a really really good thing that I could totally get behind. I mean, encouraging believers to get off their keesters and start doing something for the Kingdom of God? Beautiful. Wonderful. And bringing those acts to light for the rest of the Body to witness? Encouraging. Inspiring. Three years ago I would have immediately linked to their site, ordered the DVD, read all of their organization-related literature, and have already set about making homemade Tshirts with their name and slogan on them in sloppy handwriting. I’d have driven my sister crazy by beginning all my sentences with “The people at Broken Voices say. . . ” and my brother to distraction by ending all my explanations with “. . . at least that’s what they say at Broken Voices.” But I find myself changed. I’m much slower in my patronage.

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So, how am I to be in the world, being a Christian young woman? Understanding that the reason I live is only by the pleasure of God in allowing me to breathe this day? Understanding that the purpose of that breath is to bring Him glory? How do I be a woman of God without becoming a Jesus-bot?

Not that there’s anything wrong with being obsessed with Jesus. I mean, as the bride waiting for her groom, it makes sense to be overwhelmed with thoughts of the Beloved. But the Jesus-bot is different. It’s a robotic version of love, or so it seems to me. Who knows? Maybe I’m wrong.

But . . .

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