Some days I wake up and think, “man I’m really making a difference for the kingdom!” I look around at my life and think about the financial sacrifices I’ve made. I think about the hard choices I’ve had to make in my life to align it more with God’s path than my own path. I think about the career choices I’ve made and volunteer opportunities I’ve done.
Frankly I feel like I’ve sacrificed a lot.
But then I turn around and read an article about the 32-year old Christian pastor being executed in Iran because he denounced Islam. And I realize, yeah, my sacrifices aren’t very much. And I wonder, if the price of my faith was death and torture, would I still believe?