Easter Is A Call
Palm Sunday, me and a group of guys from work stuff ourselves in a corner booth at a pub downtown. The music cranks, as crisp spring air drifts through the door. We sip our drinks and trade jibes about work.
Rough recounting of frustrations and laughs give way to a raw recollection of the apathy we have let slip into our spiritual lives. All of us sit at different points, in closeness, in distance, and in relation to our pursuit of the holy.
One thing we share: a thirst for more. We need more prayer, we need more intentional speech, and action in our daily interactions.
We lay out our discontent at our indifference, how we spend each day trying to find that point where we can try and fit those satiating moments. It’s too easy to lose thirty minutes scrolling through our phones.
My friend Ian says, "We need to choose it. We need to choose this time with God. We need to wake, and choose to spend those moments in glory."
It is so easy to become flush with the pattern of this world. To ring with the same tempo of a defeated song. Our voice should ring with echoes of the eternal that speaks of that something more.
As my friend Ian said, we need to choose it. We need to choose to step into the presence of glory and speak life into a broken world. A call to choose and to take joy in the presence of holy.