I sit in the pew-chairs singing with my lips while my thoughts drift to matters outside the church walls. I am physically present but spiritually adrift.
Do I become complacent to the magnificent? The sin of taking my salvation and my Savior for granted is not the sin of the unbeliever but the one who has received and accepted God's grace and mercy. The thought causes me to shutter. The pagan magi were seeking Christ while the so-called God’s people were acting like pagans.
"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth." Rev. 3:15-16
I want to flame the burning ember within, praising my God until the wonder is re-awakened.
Bowing my head in prayer, I thank Him for loving me enough to die for me. Shouldn't that alone make my heart on fire?
And I thank God for the gifts of the day:
- The camera telling a story.
- Chicken that falls apart after simmering all day.
- Hands held in thanks at the table.
- Hope for healing.
- Warm bath.