Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ. –1 Corinthians 11:1, NIV
It makes no sense: my life hasn’t been the most spectacular one. I don’t have a spectacular testimony-y’know, like those preachers and televangelists seem to have on TV. I mean, they’ve really lived through hell and back! Neither I have a rags-to-riches story, like Oprah or those players on the NFL. Nor I’ve been to Heaven and seen God (yet), or I’ve been to Hell and seen the Devil (nor I ever want to, in this life or the next). I’m just a young, fat, ninetween-year-old that loves to write.
And I mean, I don’t expect to become the next Hemingway or Allende or Stephen King. I write because I love to. I write because I love God. And I write because I want people to know God in a different way, but I’d never expect them to follow me, nor even look at me as an example.
Don’t get me wrong: I honestly want to be a role model. In a world that pushes young men and women to become the next Kardashian or Escobar, in a world that sways the masses into idolatrous bliss, I want to be different. And I will be different. Anyways, how can I expect people to follow me if my flesh shares the heritage of Cain? I make mistakes over and over again. I fall through the same cracks. I needlessly complain for stupid things. I’m a sinner. Period.
And they want me to follow ME!?!? It makes no sense to a rocket scientist!
They shouldn’t follow me; they should follow Jesus. At least He knows what He’s doing-heck, He made me! If that doesn’t count for anything, I don’t know what else will! He knows the life that I will live. He knows that it will take a couple of tries for me to succeed. He knows that, He knows that cross…But does He know that people are looking at me right now? Will He look at them? Will He look at me? Will I look at Him?
I hope that every day, they don’t look at me: they will see Christ in me. They will see the joy of God in me. They will see the hope of God in me. Not me, for I’ll fade away; I hope they can see the One who keeps following me.