the point.

do you fail all the time, spiritually?
I do.
do you disconnect with God and start living on autopilot, like a sleepwalker? I do.
do you sometimes just want life to be like your dreams, bizarre though your dreams may be, just because it's easy and there you just are, without choosing?
I do.
Are these necessary cycles? Am i "doomed" (destined?) to repeat them forever, just so I can come to Jesus freshly again? Maybe. Sort of.

Do we make a big enough deal of the fact that this is the POINT? The point of Christianity? That we fail and fail and fail again and are loved and forgiven and loved and forgiven, ad infinitum...?
Do those of us who are passionate about Jesus get so caught up in being 'revolutionary' and passionate that we forget to talk about this? So caught up that we forget to tell everyone at the rallies and the worship sessions that when they go home, they will fail? Have "passion for Jesus" and "vision" replaced "works" as the words that blind us to grace?

Maybe we should talk about our failing, acknowledge it, and spread the word that it is forgiveable, that it is forgiven every day, that it is taken into account in God’s mind long before He gave Himself up for us, and long before we decided to get ‘revolutionary.’
Revolutionaries weeping in miserable repentance…are there more of them out there?

Repentance is good. Conviction is from the Holy Spirit.
Hopelessness is not. Self-hatred is not. Giving up because you didn't live up to your own vision-- giving up to sink into a sleeplife--is not of Jesus.

How often do we really hear and get that this is the whole point: we will fail and God knew that and He loved enough to pay for it so He could forgive and we could live joyfully...over and over again. See, that makes me want to come back.

That makes me want to wake up: The father running out to meet His son, His daughter, not to scold, but to embrace and say "let's go on. I love you." This is the message we're spreading, this is why we can be joyful, not militant, in our passion for Jesus.

I keep learning this over and over again in a million different ways. Maybe someday it will sink in permanently and become the fiber of my being. We're all "disabled," folks. And no one's hiding it from God.