there is a lot of talk about those crazy evangelical "born-agains." while i don't deny to any extent that this happens, i think the language got taken over and applied to a group of people who actually seemed revolutionarily crazy rather than revolutionarily loving. (i'm referring to evangelical christianity in the 70s if you're wondering. i'm also referencing an essay by mark lilla, you're not wondering that.)
anyways, i was born in may on the west coast a few decades ago. i can't tell you when my "second birth" was... but it probably started long before i can remember and came to a peak of me actually realizing that i am a way different person than i would have been otherwise last summer. it's crazy to think of where i might be naturally, but where i am now that i'm viewing the gospel of jesus christ as truth and allowing to change me.
the beautiful thing about this process is that it didn't just happen in one place at one time. it's not an affirmation or a mere confession, but rather something transformative that happens every instant of every day... an opportunity to live into the salvation that Jesus offered through his death on the cross. it's huge. i'm glad for his grace... i'm still pretty messed up, i'm glad God is still in the business of renewal.
*edit january 4, 2009*
i recently learned that the number one song on my birthday was george michael's "one more try"
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