Don Miller
It confuses me that Christian living is not more simple. The gospel, the very good news, is simple, but this is the gate; the trailhead. Ironing out faithless creases is toilsome labor. God bestows three blessings on man: to feed him like birds, dress him like flowers, and befriend him as a confidant. Too many take the first two and neglect the last. Most believers on the path have found that life is constructed specifically and brilliantly to squeeze a man into association with the owner of heaven. It is a struggle, with labor pains and thorny landscape, bloody hands and sweaty brow, head in hands, moments of severe loneliness and questioning, moments of ache and desire. All this leads to God. God is not merely the reason behind existence, nor the curer of ills and confusion. Matter and thought are a canvas on which God paints; a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption. Life is a dance toward God. And the dance is not so graceful as we might think. For while we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. He lowers his head, whispers soft and confident, You will dance to the beat of Grace or you will not dance at all…
So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a taxing dance to learn. But once learned, don’t we glide. And don’t we sway. And don’t we bury our head in His chest. And don’t we love to dance.
—Prayer and the Art of Volkswagen Maintenance
via Mark Mahaffey’s Facebook Notes
