Undiluted . . . now there’s a thought. What would it look like to remove the muck and mire of American culture from the deep well of the Christian faith to reveal an undiluted Jesus?
- It looks painful.
- It looks like losing friends.
- It looks like carrying a cross.
- It looks like letting go of comfortable ideas.
- It looks hopeful – eventually.
- It looks like an undiluted Jesus.
This morning I approached God and the Holy Spirit with demands. I prayed as if I knew what I needed best. I assumed the role of director over my life. In doing so, I relegated God to a position of serving me.
My daughter does this to my wife and me on occasion. It’s irritating and given the wrong attitude on my daughter’s part it can be infuriating. When it happens, we promptly remind our daughter that we are not her servants. We love her and want the best for her, but she needs to remember her place. So, this morning I prayed: