What does God think when Christians don’t do their best work? When Christians hail a low quality piece of work as good just because it’s “Christian?” How does God feel when we do that? Time and time again I’ve seen products of the Christian subculture that are so far below par it’s humiliating. Yet they’re on the best seller list. Or someone’s standing up and praising this substandard piece of art–if you could call it that. I understand that God will use us despite our shortcomings. He doesn’t expect me to write a Mark Twain quality novel, and he’ll use what I write in spite of that. But that doesn’t mean I can write crap. And that doesn’t mean you should accept my crap and call it good. As Christians I firmly believe we’re called to the best that we can. And too often we fall far below that mark. The world should be impressed with what we have to offer. Jesus Christ deserves our very best. Anything less is like a hammer to the nails.
Monthly Archives: November 1999
Today’s Juggling Pattern
It’s late on a Monday evening. Perhaps I should be listening to the call of my pillow, rather than the call of my soul. But maybe that’s just it. It’s a question of what’s more important. I’ve already shrugged off the responsibility of work. But maybe it’s not such a powerful statement because it isn’t really work. It involves work, but it’s more play than work. I’ve found that my time is an invaluable resource, and sometimes I just need to throw everything else aside and sit. Allow myself to stop and think. Have a snack, let my body cool down, and let my brain breathe. No more pushing. No more trying to get one last thing done. Overworked? Maybe a little bit. But I’m in college. That’s how life goes. Maybe it’s just a night of moving a little too fast. A busy radio show with a live in-studio appearance that I had to host by myself, a quick English majors career enrichment thingy, a girl friend that desperately needed a nap. It makes for a trying evening. Sometimes you just have to wonder when all the things you do for fun become time sinks, and you just can’t seem to do everything to its fullest potential. But what can you drop? One has future potential, one pays my grocery bill, one is downright fun. Or am I just in a state of shriveled thought, my brain too weak to handle the day’s juggling pattern.