I didn't want to go to church today, and for that, I knew I had to go. I knew it would be something I needed to hear.
The pastor started by talking about seeing the lions at the zoo. They're usually just lying around sleeping or staring sleepily at their fences. He talked about watching lions on the National Geographic channel, and how those lions are running and chasing and living. Now, I know that lions in the wild do sleep most of the day, but they are fully wild lions, and they truly live.
Christians in America look like animals in a zoo. Our Christianity is like a snuggie. It is sanitized.
What would the church look like if we were untamed, living what we were created to do? Crazy, radical.
This is the life I want. A radical life that will not let me be comfortable, that is not safe, that is filled with a great joy.
a call to suffer, a call to be free, a call to be crazy.
I've been thinking about this so much lately. I want this. But how to get there... I need a dramatic change in my life. I need to give G hours and hours of my time.
Walking to church, it was grey, blustery, and beautiful. There were crows singing.
And then after church, E and I sat on top of a man made hill and stared at the sky and noticed that this was life.
(I don't know why there is a white background to the words. :( )
