Worship Is The Act Of The Abandoned

When Winter Fails To Provide An Adequate Snow Base, My Boys Bring Their Sleds In The House And Ride Them Down The Stairs. Just The Other Day, My Wife Found Them With A Rope Out Their Second-story Bedroom Window, Preparing To Rappel Down The Side Of The House. The Recipe For Fun Is Pretty Simple Raising Boys: Add To Any Activity An Element Of Danger, Stir In A Little Exploration, Add A Dash Of Destruction, And You've Got Yourself A Winner.

Somehow We Have Overlooked The Fact This Treasured Called The Heart Can Also Be Broken, Has Been Broken, And Now Lies In Pieces Down Under The Surface. When It Comes To Habits We Cannot Quit Or Patterns We Cannot Stop, Anger That Flies Out Of Nowhere, Fears We Cannot Overcome, Or Weaknesses We Hate To Admit--much Of What Troubles Us Comes Out Of The Broken Places In Our Hearts Crying Out For Relief. Jesus Speaks As If We Are All Brokenhearted. We Would Do Well To Trust His Perspective On This.

We Are Not Inviting—we Are Guarded. Most Of Our Energy Is Spent Trying To Hide Our True Selves, And Control Our Worlds To Have Some Sense Of Security.

If Only Jesus' Followers Shared His Personality. That One Shift Alone Would Correct So Many Of The Ridiculous And Horrifying Things That Pass For Popular Christianity.

Contentment Can Only Happen As We Increase Desire, Let It Run Itself Out Towar Its Fulfilment, And Carry Us Along With It.