I am very reticent to share this on here, this being a public forum, I usually like to maintain objectivity in my posts, and am usually uncomfortable with personal stories, but oh well. I like what you are asking here Matthew, I think it is important. I have been thinking about this post for a few days now.
I am never more alive than when I am doing what it is that Christ has fitted me for. When I am acting as the vessel put in my place and am not operating out of the idolatry of presumption (which happens far more often than I should tolerate, it is by His mercy that I am not consumed), but am serving Christ out of hunger and thirst to do so.
I remember one time in particular, I was in Denver on vacation with family and was sensing a complete loss of happiness as my week had been filled with all the things one does on vacation to find happiness, hiking, visiting, rafting the Colorado River, shopping, etc. We were staying in a high rise down town and I had a compulsion within me to go and share the gospel with someone like I had never felt in my life. So I left the hotel room with my bible in my pocket and started walking the streets of Denver.
Before long I found myself in conversation with a homeless gentleman and a tourist looking for a Rave (not much older than myself at the time.) I thought I was supposed to share with the homeless man, so I gave him some money and started sharing the gospel, but he was not paying much attention, and then the guy looking for the Rave started asking me some questions.
About four hours later, there was hardly anyone on the streets anymore except for the most hardcore partiers, and this tourist was still asking me questions. To this day I do not remember much of what we talked about, but I can assure you, that man will go to his grave 100% accountable to God and the clarion call of Christ. While I do not remember the words, I do remember having never felt so alive in my life, the experience was...electric to say the least. I remember telling him things I had never even known before. The word of God was like a free flowing river from my mouth drenching every flame of excuse he kindled. When all was said and done, all that remained for him was to choose which path he would take. I prayed for him, which he gladly received and we parted ways around 2:30 in the A.M. We bisected ways with him in deep consternation, and deprived of his licentious fun for the evening. I left happier than I had ever been, radiant with joy and exhilaration at having been privileged to have been used by Jesus.
This is abundant life...responding to the call of Christ by faith. As faith is responding to God with affirmation (Galatians 3:5.) Faith is not drudging up willpower to live abundantly it is merely response. When we respond to his clear voice, life is the result. Everything else seems pale, blurry, and subterranean in comparison. This makes sense since all of creation is the result of his speaking. In a way, you could say that creation occurs again whenever we respond to his voice and do not harden our hearts. I think when we are not experiencing that abundant electric life, it is because there is probably a wedge of rebellion driven between our heart and Jesus'. (I am sure there are other reasons worth mentioning, but I suspect this is the primary culprit.)
Reality does meet the pavement. And it is more real than what we can touch. This is the physics of the kingdom of heaven. It is that reality which extends from that which is eternal, into that which is temporal. I can think of nothing more vivid.
I do not want to leave you with the impression that I answered deeply theological or apologetically driven questions in nature...it was far different than that. It was answers crafted more to the questions extending from the heart, rather than hindrances of the mind, and I am pretty sure the cross was the center of it all.
I have been around a lot of believers in my life who generally promote a disposition by proxy where their spirituality is calibrated by being somber. There are certainly times of deep sobriety we experience, Christ himself was a man of sorrows, and elders are to be men of gravity true! But I tell you, service to Christ, as he intended is not to be compared with sucking lemons. There is nothing sour about abundant life. It is bursting, redolent, and teeming with the life and joy of Christ.
I suspect that these times and moments are windows into eternity. Slight glimpses into what we can expect from endless life in the presence of the Pattern Son. It begins here as a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the day star arises in our hearts! 2 Peter 1:19.
...now I need to get back to homework! I always appreciate your posts Matthew.