I listened to this sermon (CLICK THE RED BUTTON FOOLS) the other day and right about half way through i realized that my pursuit of God, or lack thereof is detestable to me.
Three days ago, i got to bed hours earlier than i’ve gone in maybe a year. After an hour of laying there super comfy, I tossed and turned and really started to get frustrated cause i was tired, it was warm enough, and my mind just wouldn’t shut off. It just wouldn’t. SO i grabbed my spiritual broom and thumped the handle on the ceiling in prayer… “Lord! Would-gya turn it down!? I gotta skate early tomorrow. Thanks…” Needless to say, God isn’t some police officer i can just tattle to when somethings aggrivating me, and after listening to Paul’s sermon I recognized the emptiness and irreverance amidst my request. I used to go off alone somewhere and just hang in the silence and listen and talk to God. I’d stare at creation and find God’s creativity and beauty. I’d drop everything then drop to my knees and seek him when i felt the spirit knockin’. I had the windows rolled down, and the breeze of his voice rushing all around me. But now it’s as though i have all the windows rolled up and sunglasses on and i’m driving straight into the sunlight at sunup with a dirty windshield. It’s painful, frustrating, more difficult than it should be. I swerve and there’s a danger with my presence on the road.I DON’T WANT TO BE THE PARROT I’VE BEEN; REPEATING FORMULAS WITHOUT KNOWING THAT THEY’VE WORKED IN MY OWN LIFE… YOU KNOW?ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWs, LET HIM FLOOD THIS VEHICLE AND WIPE THE GRIME AWAY!
