I fear comfort. Or, perhaps more specifically, that a desire for what's comfortable will be greater than my desire to be obedient.
A comfort that leads to selfishness...not wanting to give up a life that's easy, to serve my Savior as he calls...to serve my neighbors.
I fear that I will choose the path of least resistance...because it's more comfortable.
I fear that comfort will lead me to a place of complacency that leaves me paralyzed to react to the needs of those around me...to the least of these (Matthew 25:31-46)
I fear that the temptation of comfort will leave me hard hearted and without compassion for the broken and hurting.
I fear that comfort in the things of this world will keep me from saying, like Paul..."I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and to be found in him." Philippians 3:8&9
But, I rest in the promise that, "His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness...and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires." 2 Peter 3
because Jesus' love still moves me out of my comfort for these...
Phlebotomic is a blog experiment that seeks to gather multiple perspectives around a common prompt, which is provided weekly.
Last week's prompt was "Beauty"...
This week's prompt is "Path"...
Last week's prompt was "Beauty"...
This week's prompt is "Path"...
07 February 2009
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Praise the Lord, Sistah!!
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredible gift to have been given...to know a people that stir you so deeply. I try to see the wealthy around me as "just as broken" but it never comes easy.
Washington is not ready for you.