This is the hardest principle within Christian spirituality for me to deal with. The problem is not out there; the problem is the needy beast of a thing that lives in my chest.
That night, after Tony and I talked, I rode my motorcycle up to Mount Tabor...It is really something beautiful. I went there to try to get my head around the idea, this idea that the problem in the universe lives within me. I can't think of anything more progressive than the embrace of this fundamental idea.
I think God is wanting a relationship with you and that starts by confessing directly to Him. He is offering forgiveness.
"You aren't making this easy Don. I don't exactly believe I need a God to forgive me of anything."
I know. But that is what I believe is happening. Perhaps you can see it as an act of social justice. The entire world is falling apart because nobody will admit they are wrong. But by asking God to forgive you, you are willing to own your own crap.
I had no explanation for Laura. I don't think there is an explanation. My belief in Jesus did not seem rational or scientifc and yet there was nothing I could do sepearte myself from this belief...I think one of the problems Laura was having was that she wanted god to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.
Excerpts from the first fifty eight pages of a book I started last night. Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller.
Sarah - a little wave - sounds like something we were discussing earlier!