Glasses make me more productive

Can't really explain it, they just do. I feel much more like I should be taken seriously with these things on. It's kind of nice if I'm totally honest, which I am. I mean, why would I lie about something so trivial?

I had a revelation the other day, and I am curious to get your feedback. It makes me sad to say that I fear what was revealed is way too true. I have no solutions yet, just questions, but I am looking, and I am praying that maybe you are the one who can help me to make sense of all this.

I fear that for a large number of people in this world, young and old alike, Christianity and for that matter Christ really don't matter that much. I don't think people would necessarily say it, at least not with their mouths, but don't our lives at times shout it? I mean, I think that we tend to view Christ as some sort of eternal security blanket. It's nice to cuddle with in private and even provides comfort at the end of a bad day, but I really don't want my friends to find out I have one. I want to know Jesus is there when I die, but right now is all me, baby!

And I don't think that we act this way maliciously, or even consciously for that matter. I think that for the vast majority of people, Christ seems irrelevant and distant from their world. It seems like Christ may have had something good to say once, but now His words are antiquated, hackneyed, and tired. And so we resist. We hide our faith like a jock hides his poetry book behind his Sports Illustrated and we pretend like having fun and getting the most out of life is really the most important thing. Life has somehow tricked us into compartmentalizing our faith. "Sure, sure, faith is alright," says life. "but don't let that stand in your way now!"

Hmmm... maybe that's it... maybe we fear that to really embrace our faith would be to let something stand in our way. Maybe giving into Christ means giving up on something fun... something now... something.

But then how do you reconcile scripture like, "I cam to give you real life and that life to the full" or "every good and perfect gift comes from our father in heaven"? How do you say that with a straight face when you think of the fact that God choose to make the world in color for our enjoyment when He could of just made it black and white and we wouldn't have known the difference? How do we let our selves sigh and resign ourselves to a life lacking for the sake of Christ when we see that food tastes good when it doesn't have too? I mean, he could have made everything tasteless and bland only for the sake of sustenance, but he didn't. He wanted us to enjoy life, this life, right now.

I end as I began... I don't know the answers. But this I do know... Christ matters. Christ is real. Christ rocks. And I will spend my life proving it. Eugene Peterson paraphrases Paul writing in Acts, "But my life matters very little. What matters most to me is to finish what God started: the job the Master Jesus gave me of letting everyone I meet know all about this incredibly extravagant generosity of God".

What if we told every one we met....