Uphill battles


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Church hurt today, which means it was good. It was all about walking the walk as a Christ-follower, how we can talk a good game but fail miserably in the execution.

There was a good analogy given today, that people play the lottery on the 1 in a billion chance of winning, but the odds of dying are 1 in 1, and we’d better be ready to have our lives judged. Ergo, where is our time and where are our efforts better spent?

And it got me to thinking about the terrible bargains we make not just as women or whatever the group, but also as Christians … when we judge others … when we hide our faith … when we associate with people who don’t emulate the same characteristics that we ourselves espouse … when we worry about money and security and all the things we don’t have.

I simply present this without comment today, as I have a lot to think about when it comes to how angry or frustrated or despondent I become over what boils down to absolutely stupid crap.

Church hurts when I see myself being very far from God and Christ and seeing a long uphill battle to get there. It doesn’t mean I won’t — it just means I have a lot of work to do to get there. And that means a lot of hard choices to identify — and make to get to that ever-elusive sense of peace that I so desperately crave and that I so very righteously deserve … or, will deserve, when I finally “get it right.”

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