Softly stroking the surface of the soul
So, Mugabe is a problem. The Palestinian-Israel conflict is a tragedy. Global warming is a crisis. Hurricane Katrina was such a terrible event. The war in Iraq is a human disaster. Smoking is bad for your health. The western world is in decline. Yes? You think so? Seriously?
How easily we say these phrases. Yet, really, honestly, how passionate do you actually feel about these? What actually occupies your thoughts moment by moment? The price of fuel? Anger at someone else? Romance? Fear? Stress? Ambition? It’s said that our actions reflect the real thoughts in our minds, not the masks we put on for everyone else. And if we examine our actions, it is my fear that we’ll find that they betray us, that what really is occupying our mind are matters to do with our personal comfort zone.
I think the real tragedy is that we inhabit our little plastic bubble of comfort, while the rest of the world can go to hell for all we care! I fear that the majority of our time is spent on securing our little shell of comfort, rolling from triviality to triviality while Rome burns.
I think, sometimes, God allows us to roll along into our little hamster shell, and muffled by the things we closet ourselves with we barely hear his soft call “the edge of the table is getting close …”, until we roll just that little bit too far and crash to the ground. Then suddenly the noises from outside become all too clear, doubling our distress. The truth is, we often behave like simple minded creatures, letting the smallest little toy satisfy us while the ocean of joy laps at our feet. I wish we were not so simply satisfied. What will it take before we would let passion grip our hearts for the things of God, for Jesus.
Go read Mathew 23:37and John 2:17 firstname.lastname@example.org