What is it with late nights? I always feel the most contemplative and poetic...ish... at around 1 a.m. and now it is 2 a.m. I haven't updated this blog in forever- and I don't normally blog. Considering how many journals I have, I write out everything and I don't normally like writing things down twice. However, C.S. Lewis got me to thinking, and my sister's blog inspired me to blog. So; rest assured. I've written what I'm about to write all down. I'm just in a blogging mood I suppose.
That was the disclaimer. Here's the point:
Apathy is one of the biggest tools of the Enemy, I think. Apathy comes quickly, the fire burns out as soon as it starts.
Distractions come.
Plans are made.
Jesus can wait until later.
It comes so quickly and invites itself into the coziest parts of our life without us even realizing it. And then it just sits, and waits. For us to become passionate about nothing, or not passionate at all about anything. For us to waste another day just having meaningless conversation. For us to give up on fasts because it was just simply too hard. For us to make excuses at why Jesus can be put on the backburner just that day. (And then the next day, apathy tells us Jesus can wait until the next day, and the next day...) It burrows into all the passionate parts of our life and takes over like a disease.
I really see it like an epidemic. Have you noticed? It's flooding the youth of this nation. It has made it's stay too long.
When will I notice it? When will I realize the friend I could have witnessed to all these years is going to hell and I am just watching them go? Days pass and the truck is coming toward them, I know it is going to hit them, and yet I watch. I simply watch as they stand in the street. Is it pride keeping me back, or just selfish gain? Is the Bible simply not real to me? Hell is a furnace of fire, with weeping and gnashing of teeth. (Matt. 13:50) It is a place where the fire is never quenched. (Mark 9:48) (Also, Rev. 14:10)
Yet, my conversations consist of meaningless things day in and day out.
I figure I can burn with the fire of God now; with zeal and passion, and have my friends catch onto that fire for eternity.
Or-
I can burn with an apathetic and complacent spirit,
and have my friends catch that fire- the one that's never quenched in eternity.
I figure I choose which fire to ignite myself with.
Why do our days consist of doing nothing? Our God times consist of reading a few scriptures and thanking God for what we do have, if that. And then the phone rings and we fit God into a schedule... maybe. Maybe he fits no where.
Why are we no longer passionate about anything? We can't defend ourselves in why we believe in God. After an argument for awhile about something, we simply say "hm, okay, yeah." And move on. Is it an attempt to save friendships, or did we just lose the passion we had about something we used to be so passionate about? (Of course, passion isn't everything. Wisdom must come behind it. That's a whole other blog.)
Why did we stop caring about our schools?
When did the things that repulse God suddenly just become "normal" to us?
When did we stop praying for healing?
When did we stop fasting?
When did we stop praying... at all?
And then we wonder... Where did God go?
Has apathy taken over our lives?
Will you let it?
Again, I figure now is the time to choose what fire we ignite ourselves with. And it takes discipline and action and not just fitting God somewhere into our busy lives.
That's all for now. it's 2:35 and I have a lot more to say but I figure I'll just stop and take some of what I'm saying to heart.
