Two nights ago I was struck and knocked flat by an overwhelming reality here in Sweetwater at the church we are part of: as far as I can discern, Adina and I are the only ones in our spiritual community that actively and regularly spend time seeking Jesus in scripture, in prayer, and through other Christian resources. Even some of my key leaders admitted that at best they occasionally pray in their cars as they travel from one location to another, which in Sweetwater is no more than 5-7 minutes at a time. There are some women involved in a women’s study (e.g. He Speaks to Me by Priscilla Shirer), but instead of spacing it out and thoughtfully considering each day’s material, they will cram five days of study into 2-3 hours the day of or the day before.
I know that Jesus takes everyone where they are at spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, and physically – come one, come all. And so there should be a measure of grace and mercy that is extended to these here around us. But God never intended for us to stay there, to remain spiritually disengaged. Paul, in Colossians 1:9-12, prayed specifically that believers in
This realization stirred in me a nostalgic longing for the spiritual community that we once had with our