I watch him for the longest time.
He could have saved His breath if there was nothing better for us to do here on earth than live and love and die. There’s a big, big story. And we’re all there. Right there. Chapter after chapter, together. We are meant to do this together, this life - and it’s more than appearances and it’s more than statuses on social networking sites and it’s about more than how many followers you have. I mean... really? We’ve fractured our community. We’ve made appearances more important and beautiful than true, real, beating, messy hearts.
We've made life itself commonplace and... disposable.
Is it any wonder we've forgotten that we were... are... worth something? Life is a gift from God. Your life. Mine. Every life.
And we need to grab the unwinding strand and pull hard. Maybe to slow things down a bit. Maybe to really be in the moment when we’re praising that Lego tower even though we’ve seen a bazillion already that day. And maybe we need to tug harder to say, no, this is not how this day is going down. This is not how my job, my relationships, my mothering, my family, my church, my home, my country... no. We are not going down like this. To just roll over and act like we’re all dust and it doesn’t matter.
“Of all the things you have created,
still you choose to think of me.
The only thing I can give you,
is the life You gave to me...”
~ T h i r d D a y , “ O f f e r i n g ”