flowers + reading
Feb 17, 2011
…so I’ve been thinking…how would I feel if I came home to see my house engulfed in flames? After all, my home is my refuge and I’ve put so much effort into making it a comfortable safe haven for my family. What if it were all destroyed in a matter of hours?
The question brings me back to a struggle I’ve been having in my heart lately. I recently read Crazy Love by Francis Chan and can’t get this paragraph out of my mind:
“Lukewarm people [Christians] do not live by faith; their lives are structured so they never have to. They don’t have to trust God if something unexpected happens – they have their savings account. They don’t need God to help them – they have their retirement plan in place. They don’t genuinely seek out what life God would have them live – they have life figured out and mapped out. The truth is, their lives wouldn’t look much different if they suddenly stopped believing in God.”
Francis Chan could have been writing that about me. Even though I think of myself as having a deep relationship with God, I have built a very comfortable life for myself…taking care to eliminate as much discomfort as possible. Would my life look different if I stopped believing in God?
And then there’s this:
“If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.”
1 John 3:17-18
I’m too complacent…