when someone or a group of people become important to you, you make room in your schedule for them. you desire to spend time with then and you actually go out of your way to spend time with them. and this spending time… it’s just the means to an end. you don’t just ever do the spending of time simply for the sake of spending time, but the sake of getting closer with them. you fight, in terms of sacrificing time with others or yourself and protecting time for them. you fight for intimacy. true, our world has a certain inclination towards the word intimacy, but in its truest sense, it simply means a close familiarity, a deep closeness.
i think i’m starting to understand what it means to fight for love. that, there is no status quo of love to fight to - only greater increases of love to fight for.
this is all word vomit for saying, i used to hate myself for not reading the Bible and not praying and not doing a, b, c, d. then i used to just get sad for not reading, praying, doing, etc. but now, it just befuddles me. not that I’m taking it lightly or that this is something that’s , but now I kinda get the stupidity of it all.
God loves me.
I love God.
Of Course, I fight to pray.
Of Course, I fight to read.
Of Course, I fight to stay close to Him.
Why are you asking me no-brainers?
Here in freedom of religion land, I’m free to do all of this. But I think so often lately about the persecuted churches and all those thousands who are forced to pray like Hannah. They must fight to pray, read, worship. It’s just how it is.
But what is ubiquitous for them, is anything but for us. We who live in supposed freedom cry over their lack of freedoms, yet aren’t they the ones living in the clarity of the greatest freedom. And further yet, isn’t their freedom our freedom if we all claim we find ourselves in Christ?
They get what we often don’t get here. Hmm. That statement works on so many levels.
Sometimes, it’s just that simple.