Monday, June 21, 2010

I had forgotten..

Just what being a Christian meant for me.

It meant having hope, a family, a way, and a truth; it meant I didn't have to be vulgar, vengeful, judgmental, typical, lost, or alone; it meant that things didn't have to go my way for me to trust that something good would come. It meant that it wasn't all about me, no matter what "it" was, is, or would be.

So how came I to forget it all? Why did I discard my position on a rock for a place in quicksand?

1 comment:

Marvin the Martian said...

Exactly! I'm so glad you remembered!

It's hard to remember, sometimes, when all around you is quicksand. Sometimes the quicksand seems "normal," and the bedrock of faith seems to be "abnormal." But it's exactly the reverse.