#discplesnotdependents

the sounds of a Sunday evening was slightly different today. instead of music from my laptop or voices from behind a microphone, we heard each other. the clinking of glasses and slightly exaggerating laughter echoed within our ears.

three years ago, we barely knew each other. most of us came from outside the big city, wide-eyed and innocent. we knew not what to expect. i, for one, who was one of the only people from the big city itself, but i knew lesser than you did. it had only been six months since i said yes to Jesus. i still had no idea what i was doing or who i was going to be. i still had no direction, no clue, no purpose.

three years ago, we had people looking after us, making sure we were settling in alright and doing okay with our lives. they comforted us and encouraged us. today, we are the ones taking care of the new students. we take them in under our wings so naturally because we know, how it was like to have arrived in a city with almost no one to call friend and nowhere to call home. we are one another's home away from home.

this is the result of discipleship. and i see it happening already even today at church. fresh faces who were once shy, talking to newcomers and making sure nobody was left behind. this is the power of discipleship. we don't just pass down our authority, we pass down our hearts directly to the people. we are prepared to be vulnerable and honest because we don't want any walls or lies to hinder our relationships. we want to stay true to one another.

we are willing to give you our hearts, our passion, our dreams.
and when you resonate with our vision, you would do the same.

it's simple, really.
whose lifestyle are you choosing to follow?

i choose Jesus.