If there's one thing I can be remembered for, I want it to be constantly talking about Jesus. Today, there's an animosity that comes with talking about your faith and Jesus and anything you believe in for that matter because everyone is supposed to be right, and you're supposed to do your very best to not offend anyone, which really just means not saying anything at all.

And I have to say, I simply won't be able to go along with that. I can't go along with that.

You see, we all like to talk. We like to talk about the things we're proud of and the things that bring us the most joy. Something good happened to you yesterday? You'll be talking about it for days to come until it grows old, and then you'll wait for something new to happen that you can share.

I used to not understand how people could talk about Jesus so often. If you simply knew who He was, wouldn't you eventually run out of things to say? Doesn't He eventually become like any other person, any new friend that you come to be familiar with?

That's typically the case, but it's the complete opposite with Jesus. You see, ever since I came to know Him, really know Him, I cannot remember a day that went by without me speaking His name or realizing His presence or calling out to Him. And though others may find it repetitive or incessant, there's a simple explanation for why I will never stop talking about Jesus.

I won't stop talking about Him because Jesus gave me life. Jesus saved me from my flesh. Jesus came down and died for me and for you, even when we naturally reject and deny Him daily. Jesus invites me into His blessings, into His divine nature, into His joy and peace and grace and mercy to be able to live every day with a purpose and a hope that is bigger and greater and more satisfying than anything that this earth can come up with. We talk about things that bring us joy, right? Jesus brings me joy. We talk about things that are a huge help in our lives, right? Jesus is my biggest help. We talk about things that have transformed our lives, right? Jesus has matured and grown and sanctified me. We talk about things that are constant, right? Right. Jesus.

There's a lot of negativity towards people who talk about their Christian faith, but if they only knew. If they only knew how I would be dead to my sin without Him. If they only knew how I would be entirely unsatisfied without Him, searching in complete darkness for answers that can't be found where I'm looking. If they only knew how I would be living with no purpose without Him, under a severe truth that when over, my life will be nothing and mean nothing. If they only knew how I would have such little joy, hope, or goodness within me. If they only knew how different I would be without Him and how different I am because of Him. But they don't know.

And maybe that's a whole reason we need to keep talking, too.