I've been told my faith is rigid
And the blow knocked me on my ass
Eleanor Roosevelt said, " No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
In terms of that statement I have consented. Then resented.
My faith doesn't feel rigid; it feels liberating. It feels like love.
Yet it asks me to lay down my desires in order to have my needs met.
Giving up what we want most for what we need most is a challenge.
One many people scoff at because it looks like a ball and chain from the outside I hear.
On the inside it feels like a genuine sacrifice.
And sacrifices don't come easy.
They require intense devotion and discipline.
They hurt. They lead us to question. They lead us to doubt.
And sometimes they walk us right into temptation.
Other times still they spur others to ridicule or question our decisions.
What then? The bible speaks of turning the other cheek.
Are these the times we submit to that response?
What does love look like in the face of adversity?
The world is full of gray matter, and I am caught somewhere in the in-between.
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