I've been thinking about what it costs to be a Christian. More specifically, I've been thinking of the toll God exacts of us as we struggle toward Heaven's shore. It's a journey we're sure to complete because we struggle with the strength of Christ. He's paved the way with his blood, but the getting there is expensive. We need to remember this so that when we are called upon to pay the price, we won't be surprised and have our faith rattled.
The more I am sanctified, the more is required of me. I don't struggle with the same sins I always have, but I am increasingly amazed at the hidden sins that live within me. Life shakes my heart's intentions to the surface of my consciousness and I must confess again and begin again to live in the new light.
I remember what I heard in a Negro spiritual: "I'm not what I should be, but praise God, I'm not what I was." Amen.
I belive that America is good. I belive that love is stronger than death. I believe in truth in a post-modern world. I believe that God is near.
Eden at the beach.