Leaving Easy Street

Christianity is not for the faint of heart.  It is not a quick fix for our most recent layer of  problems.  It is not a life where answers suddenly make all the puzzle pieces fit nicely.  It is not a life where His promises fall out of the sky the moment we have a need. 

It is for the persevering.  It is for the courageous.  It is for those whose hearts burn wildly enough that even when so much doesn’t make sense, they are compelled to follow, even when they stumble as they go.  He is faithful.  He is trustworthy.  But He doesn’t come in a tidy package.  His ways are not our ways.  Our well being doesn’t arrive in the comfortable containers we’d imagined and hoped for.  And prayed for.  Transformation of a human being apparently requires some degree of us being pulled through the wringer, led through the desert, left, it would seem, in the wilderness, until our crying out is spent, our wills worn out, our efforts exhausted, our throats parched, and we can finally notice the song of the bird overhead, the soft trickle of the water coming from the spring that is right there, and the kindling scrap within a heart we thought had died.  He is with us.  He is surely with us.  And He wants us to know Him as He is.

If you decide you want this life, you’re in for a ride.  He will take it, and take you for all you’re worth…this life of yours which, by the way, He thinks was worth His own and for which He has a dream you couldn’t even imagine.