grounded.
sometimes the world seems like it's a little too much to handle, and there's a whole lot more dark than there is light. i watch the news, read the news, it's all bad. gas prices are going up again, because of the conflict in the middle east. fires are ripping up los angeles and destroying peoples' homes. every other blurb is about police brutality, and what happens when you can't trust the people who are supposed to be doing right? what about global warming, aids, water shortages, genocide, north korea and iran...
looking on the inside isn't a whole lot more encouraging most of the time, since i'm more concerned about how gas prices affect my life than the people whose lives are being blown to bits day and night. how can i care about people who live on the other side of the world when i struggle to treat my own sister with a little compassion?
sometimes i wonder what i'm doing, and i begin to understand why people numb themselves with drugs, alcohol, sex, food, whatever does it for a few minutes. sometimes i want to. i wonder if following jesus means that you are daily in contact with the pain of the world, on great and small scales. to the point where it cuts you to the quick. and at that point, you turn back to psalm 68:19, and remember the words of chuck colson, "our hope is in the power of god working through the hearts of people..."
i think it must be. and i would rather drown in grace than in the confusion, love rather than jack daniels, and confidence in the power of a good god than a pound of ghiradelli.
looking on the inside isn't a whole lot more encouraging most of the time, since i'm more concerned about how gas prices affect my life than the people whose lives are being blown to bits day and night. how can i care about people who live on the other side of the world when i struggle to treat my own sister with a little compassion?
sometimes i wonder what i'm doing, and i begin to understand why people numb themselves with drugs, alcohol, sex, food, whatever does it for a few minutes. sometimes i want to. i wonder if following jesus means that you are daily in contact with the pain of the world, on great and small scales. to the point where it cuts you to the quick. and at that point, you turn back to psalm 68:19, and remember the words of chuck colson, "our hope is in the power of god working through the hearts of people..."
i think it must be. and i would rather drown in grace than in the confusion, love rather than jack daniels, and confidence in the power of a good god than a pound of ghiradelli.