thorny soil
When we consider that human passion was most likely the main catalyst in bringing about our existence, is it any wonder that we arrive in this world screaming as soon as we have breath? And sometimes, we have moments where it feels like our whole life is more or less one big scream. We have this realization that all of humanity is characterized by failure, futility and frustration, and we just want to scream.
I have a love/hate relationships with the song "More Than Enough." I hate it because it's not true, but I want it to be! ("All of you is more than enough for all of me, for every thirst and every need. You satisfy me with your love, and all I have in you is more than enough.") I was musing on my life story, and I've realized that since my number of friends and acquaintances has quadrupled (or more), I've cared much less about intimacy with God, and other eternal things. People, people, people have crowded my life with all the accompanying tensions and passions in which human connections result. I feel choked by earthly, human passion.
When I think back to 2004, my life was so much different. I had no cell phone, no driver's license and precious little friends. But I took so much delight in discovering the gospel, and awaiting the life to come.
Now I really understand why people built monasteries.
I want my life to be characterized again by fearlessness and freedom, NOT failure and frustration. I told God last night, "Take my life. You alone have the words of eternal life. In your hands alone do I trust the welfare of mine. Overwhelm every thirst and need with yourself."
Once again I survey this garden. And it's full of thorny soil.
So once more, here's my life.
I have a love/hate relationships with the song "More Than Enough." I hate it because it's not true, but I want it to be! ("All of you is more than enough for all of me, for every thirst and every need. You satisfy me with your love, and all I have in you is more than enough.") I was musing on my life story, and I've realized that since my number of friends and acquaintances has quadrupled (or more), I've cared much less about intimacy with God, and other eternal things. People, people, people have crowded my life with all the accompanying tensions and passions in which human connections result. I feel choked by earthly, human passion.
When I think back to 2004, my life was so much different. I had no cell phone, no driver's license and precious little friends. But I took so much delight in discovering the gospel, and awaiting the life to come.
Now I really understand why people built monasteries.
I want my life to be characterized again by fearlessness and freedom, NOT failure and frustration. I told God last night, "Take my life. You alone have the words of eternal life. In your hands alone do I trust the welfare of mine. Overwhelm every thirst and need with yourself."
Once again I survey this garden. And it's full of thorny soil.
So once more, here's my life.