The Good Life
A spoken word piece for the ambitious Christian learning how to walk
Your job description fits on a napkin: Make disciples. That's it. Pack heaven till it's standing room only. Make eternity crowded with the rescued.
Some get called to the pulpit, Fivefold ministry, shepherd's staff in hand. But most? Most get called to the marketplace— Building something Christ-aligned that bleeds value While funding kingdom moves on kingdom land.
Real estate. Technology. Media. Education. Whatever gift He buried in your bones— Dig it up. Polish it. Deploy it. Turn your talent into kingdom loans.
You are one-of-one. Not a copy. Not a template. Not a draft. God designed you for a doorway Only your shoulders fit through— A divine path custom-crafted.
The ultimate vocation? It's the one God picked for you. Step into the role He built you for And provision follows like shadow follows form. Not a promise of how much. But a guarantee of enough.
God will be your co-founder. He'll plant desires in your chest like seeds— Dreams you didn't know you needed Till they started breaking ground. But the blueprint? That stays hidden at the start. The path reveals itself as you walk it. You don't get the whole map— Just enough light for the next step.
It takes time to hear your calling clearly. Find mentors made of flesh and faith, Not just podcasts, not just pages— Real voices in real places, Especially when you're young. You can find faith at fifty, But spiritual internship early? That's a cheat code for the journey.
Be obedient. That's the whole thing. Stay in prayer. Stay in step. Keep the faith burning. Let "yes" be your default When heaven asks you to move.
Don't give up. Let the Holy Spirit fill you— Not once, but daily, hourly, Till you're leaking Living Water everywhere you walk. Let the Holy Spirit lead you And kingdom connections find you— They come to those who don't quit, Who refuse to let the dream die Even when the path goes dark.
Your friends should add to your faith. If they subtract? If they divide? They're not friends you should keep. Proximity shapes identity— Guard who gets close.
Take back territory from the enemy. Every soul you bring to salvation Is ground reclaimed, A flag planted in occupied land. Create the conditions for others to do the same— Build tables where disciples make disciples, Where the rescued become rescuers.
Over time, you become more and more Exactly what God designed you to be. The rough edges smooth. The static clears. The signal strengthens. You grow into your eternal shape.
That's the good life. Not comfort. Not fame. Not ease. But alignment— Heaven's frequency humming through your days, Your one life spent on the one thing That echoes into forever.
That's the good life.
"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." — Matthew 6:33