There’s a part of me that embraces change. I’m itching for a new thing, and while buying a new ivory sweater will calm that itch for a moment, it returns when I see thunderclouds over the trees in my backyard, and my fingers drum on the porch railing in anticipation.
It’s really easy for me to make “Jesus was perfect” synonymous with “Jesus never had to deal with annoying human stuff.” But he did. What if I’m not meant to rebel so fiercely to what is ordinary throughout my day?
We don’t want to learn. We want to file away someone’s insight, like a quote on an index card in our minds. We don’t want to have to know it to be true by forging each letter ourselves in the fires of failure. Getting it wrong.
My favorite coffee shops have an atmosphere that I think church was intended to have. It feels like a place God would hang out at a lot, a Central Perk I would find Him sitting in if He had some spare time or wanted to cross paths with His friends.
The world makes humble synonymous to submissive, unassertive, and passive. And I’m not going to lie, with that definition humble is the last thing I want to be, but thankfully the world is not the one that defines my virtues or morals. God does.