Allow me to introduce myself. I call myself a Christian, a believer, a disciple and yet, how I live my life daily is not necessarily the best example.

On the city streets, as I walk down the sidewalk while waiting for a jeep, I'm too cool to pray, and too proud to pursue the vision God has called me to.

I’ll say I’m waiting for confirmation or some kind of sign while I sit back and watch my fellow Filipinos be blind. “They have planks in their eyes,” I’ll say. “I just have a little bit of sawdust in mine.” Lord, this was not what I had in mind!

I’m trying to be their light, but it’s too dark in here to shine. I will justify and rationalize to nullify the pain of watching my family and closest friends die.

Because, me, myself, and I are doing just fine within the confines of the church property lines.

One day with Jesus and six days without Him makes one weak.

That’s why my favorite thing to play is hide and go seek, seeking Jesus at church but hiding the rest of the week. You see, I learned all the motions until I became a master of disguise, thought I could hide from the Master of the skies, thought my own theories were divine so I disconnected from the vine, telling everybody else where to find Christ, but never allowing Himself to change my life.

I am the hardened heart of Christianity.

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See, I have a confession. I am the victim. I long for redemption. I’m sick of saying I don’t hear anything from God when really, I won’t listen.

I’m tired of these conditions. Side effects are heart-attackin’ me, searing the freedom that once pumped through these arteries. They put my heart’s dreams into custody, handcuffed my destiny to apathy, cardiac arrest in me when all I needed was a rest in me. No wonder the leading cause of death is heart disease.

But even though these bones have been dry for the longest time, I think I can hear that still small voice calling this sleeper to rise, because where there is death, He breathes life. He says, “I will take your cold, calloused heart and replace it with Mine. Let Me exchange your heart with its original design.”

I am no longer the hardened heart of Christianity.

So if you identify with any of the hardened heart symptoms, listen. Stop buying into the world’s sales pitches and slogans, ’cause they will leave you bankrupt at the cost of your emotion.

But Christ is in the business of putting frozen hearts back into motion. He’s available 24/7 with arms wide open, and His unconditional redemption gives promotion to every testimony ever spoken, ’cause our cold, calloused hearts are like God’s glow sticks. To shine, they must first be broken.

So we now boldly proclaim to the world, that we are no longer the hardened hearts of Christianity, nor will we ever want to go back to that identity. For we have laid it all at the foot of the cross, completely surrendering everything all that we are no matter what the cost.

From darkness to light, He took away our pain, our sins, our shame. So arise church, as one body, one nation, one voice we declare that Jesus Reigns!

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