Tonight I went to a worship service held in our amphitheater here at school. It was pretty small, about 10-15 people. To be honest at first I didn’t see anyone and thought that maybe I’d misheard.  I went because it wasn’t put on by any specific organization, just students and I’ve been really praying for some Christian campus unity. And also because my favorite style of worship is just voices and guitar(s) without much hoopla. We began singing some songs and it was a little uncomfortable at first. I didn’t know most of the people there or some of the songs. But eventually I got over that. Since this was the type of worship and unity I’ve been craving, I expected something emotional to happen or at least some chill bumps. After all, I was sitting there praising God along with other people passionately singing on a beautiful night with occasional heat lightning showcasing God’s majesty just in case we couldn’t already realize it. But I didn’t feel anything. I was tired. After class, work, physical therapy, homework, working out, and two meetings I didn’t have the energy to hardly focus. But I’ve learned over the years that my faith is not justified at all through feelings. That’s not really my point, but I had to say that to get to the really cool part of the night. I kept singing, knowing that even if I wasn’t super emotionally involved, I still truly meant the words that I was singing. And God more than deserves all my praise, even in the tired moments. I don’t remember what song it was during or if I even immediately recognized what was happening, but somewhere in there God whispered to me. I don’t mean audibly, but two words just consumed my thoughts all of the sudden and I knew that I didn’t have the brain-power to really form them. “Live more.” I kept repeating those two words in my mind. “Live more.” So many times we are asked what God is telling us to do. However, God was not telling me to “do” more, but to live more. God knows that I do a whole lot, and one more thing would probably just distract me. I started thinking about what it really means to live more. And even just what it means to live. I started thinking about the phrase “to live a life for Christ.” I’ve used that phrase several times but I started thinking about how funny it was, as if there were any other way to live. Honestly, if you’ve ever experienced the life that Christ gives and then thought about your life beforehand it really seems like you were just dead. It was if God was telling me not to settle with how much Christ and how much life I wanted to live. He wasn’t commanding me to make all these sacrifices and give up the things that make me who I am but just to live more. I’m not saying that makes things easy or simple but I have the choice to be more alive. There’s really no point in hitting a plateau. So I guess I’m writing this in case you need a whisper (or a kick in the pants). Live more.