A mindful look at what it looks like to live out faith causes me to pause. At moments it is seemingly easy to postulate that I Love my God, at other times some invocation or reminder is necessary to stir the thought that, that was/is my goal. The practice of walking out my faith more closely resembles the gyrations of an amusement park ride than the slow and steady climb I desire it to emulate.
The renewing of our minds, though easy to read and regurgitate back to the culture that embodies us, is hardly so pretty as to pack nicely in some pre-formed box. Amidst these gyrations I invariably find occasion to want to renew the commitment I once proclaimed, particularly at some emotional moment of crisis or clarion call from the pulpit. At the same time I find myself wanting the renewal, the juxtaposition of striving to accomplish said same renewal through my works leaves me twisted inside.
Ultimately it leads I think to the most unnatural place, a place that again seems so easy to verbalize and yet so difficult to reach, total surrender! What does that surrender look like? It is the antithesis of what we are often molded to believe. Living in New England, (some would say the birthplace of self-sufficiency) we pride ourselves on hiking up our suspenders and adopting the attitude that we can endure all things, not in Christ, but in our ability to overcome all adversity. More likely, it is not just geography but human nature to adopt such an attitude.
So I ask again as some others have asked before and some now ask, What does surrendering our ideas, desires, wants and perceived needs look like?
What do you think it would look like?