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I need to believe

For if I preach the gospel, that gives me no ground for boasting. For necessity is laid upon me. Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel!” (1 Corinthians 9:16, ESV)

Paul didn't seek bonus points for preaching the Gospel. That was just what he needed to do. The truth of Christ and the calling of Christ demanded that he live his life a certain way. There weren't any options.

Knowing what is necessary in life is a mark of wisdom. Living in light of that knowledge is even more so.

The question of true necessity shines painful light on my life. To be clear, I don't mean "necessity" in the sense of "eat rice and beans everyday and smile only when absolutely necessary." I mean necessity in the sense of what makes an image bearer of God tick? What causes a child of God to thrive? What feeds my soul?

When I ask these questions, I start evaluating why I spend my time the way I do. I start doubting why I fill my life and mind with distractions. I start questioning the value of the fluffy stuff and start wondering about what's really worthwhile.

As it turns out, I already know the answer. You probably do too. My soul needs my Savior. My soul needs the words of life. I think there's more, but that alone is a worthwhile foundation.

Live today as one who knows what is necessary. Live for your soul's good and your God's glory.

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