Christ, My All, Anonymous

I grew up meeting with the local church but it didn't mean much to me when I was young. Now that I think back at it all, the Lord didn't break through until I finally found, and really saw, Christ. Over and over again, underlying the brothers' speaking in the meetings, was Christ and the church. For some reason there was a veil over my eyes.

I suppose, as an adolescent, I was always caught up with my own problems, my introspections, and my imaginations. Then, by the Lord's mercy, I realized that Christ can be, and wants to be, everything to me. I can stop trying to be good and take Christ as my goodness instead. There is nothing that Christ cannot be to me. When I'm weak, the Lord understands, and instead of trying to be strong by my own effort, Christ wants to be my strength. What about when I'm sad? Then Christ is my Comforter. And not only does the Lord want to be real to me when I'm sad, but He wants to be my happiness too. Christ wants to be my life.

When I was in college, we would go visit other local churches. And it was during this time that I could really see that even though the brothers and sisters meeting in New York were on the other side of the country, the same Christ lived in them, and was expressed through them as the Christ that lived in and was expressed through the brothers and sisters in Los Angeles. Wherever we are, there is such a oneness because Christ is our focus.