“In twenty years, the only thing that will be different about you is the books you’ve read and the people you’ve met …” – Dave Ramsey This thought has been rolling around on the inside of me lately as I look at the books on the shelves of the store, at the books that top the best sellers, at the books that people state are “SO good – you just HAVE to read” them … It’s been rolling around on the inside of me as I ponder why so many people look at me like I’m some kind of “radical,” like I’m making them uncomfortable with my faith, like I’m somehow off the deep end in the way I read the Scriptures and the discontent I have with the way we do life as Christians in America. Am I really that radical? I haven’t raised anybody from the dead, haven’t overturned the tables and driven out the lukewarm with a zeal that cannot be contained (though I’ve certainly thought about it). I haven’t seen miracles performed as I pray the Word over people … To be honest, my life is the last...
Pressing in, not turning back, growing in faith, not growing slack, ... daring to be restless with anything less than God's best.