It seems I’m often writing as I watch morning TV shows with Elliott. Alas again …
When God calls, we listen. At least we sure hope we do. It’s not necessarily something we want to hear. Nor follow. I find myself in the position of passion and resentment. I feel pushed into exploring and trying to initiate change within the church, while at the same time I’m just shrugging my shoulders and looking up to God saying; “you know nothing will happen”.
I’m optimistically sure that almost nothing will happen. God wants my effort and passion right now. Perhaps not for this time, but for later on. I’m burnt out already. A thick, steep wall protecting people’s insecurities and fears prevents passion and change, making the church ineffective and barren. I resent the fear and inaction, the talking and jabbering and yapping and blabbing on and on and on and on, which kills progress, kills trust, kills spirits and allows the withering vine to further die. Die then. Kill it. “Give it time”, ”Just wait”, “We need clarification”, “We like the idea, but…”. There is no trust. No action.
Ask God one more time what He’s saying — just one more time, and if you don’t like the answer, why don’t you ask again. Eventually you’ll stop listening because listening to God involves doing something!. One last try to find the water and grow. Either way, I’m not playing every week. Ok, enough bitching. How pathetic of me. God will do what God will do, ultimately (although that’s a can of worms for most of us, isn’t it). Back to ignoring the white elephant.