An Ordinary Christian
My blogs
- Adventures of an Ordinary Christian
- For Women Only: An Ordinary Woman's Diet, Fitness, Weight and Beauty Log and Diary
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Science |
| Occupation | Physician |
| Location | Los Angeles,, California, United States |
| Introduction | I am an "ordinary Christian". In this world I may be, as all of God's children, extraordinary (Gen 1:27). In Christ I can do extraordinary things (Phil 4:13). But I like to identify myself as an ordinary Christian because I want to serve Christ according to the pleasure of His will, as His bondservant, as a slave, one owned by her Master. As such, every extraordinary thing I may do in Christ is standard fare, expected and a reasonable service of worship. With my view of Christ on my cross, I do not evaluate my service according to my own judgment. I do not choose to think of myself more highly than I ought, but rather I want to think of myself with sober judgment (Rom 12:3). Anything good I do is by the grace of Christ given me. I have no ability to measure what I do or don't do. I desire for my eye to be single and good. This is why I am an ordinary Christian. After all, Paul called himself "chief of sinners." Is it anything unreasonable to be known as an ordinary Christian? |
| Interests | Knowing God, wife, mother, doctor, friend, knowing people, writing and reading, adventure, dieting, exercise, fitness, eating. Actually, I don't much "like" those final four items listed, but I like writing about them, and I am involved to some degree with them. Heck, I have "issues!" with them. |
| Favorite Movies | Do I have a favorite movie? Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Star Wars, (that's my husband's fault). I want to buy Sound of Music and play it for the kids in the car's DVD player. . |
| Favorite Music | Keith Green, Christian, Bruce Springstein, Fleetwood Mac, Santana, Blackeyed Peas (just "Get Started"). |
| Favorite Books | The Bible, Henry Blackaby, Oswald Chambers, Kay Arthur, memoirs, work-related stuff. |
That can't really be a fish you're standing on, can it?
What is the scariest thing about standing on a fish?