โBe still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.โ
โCome, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.โ
Ok, God, back to basics. Please create in me a clean heart and renew a steadfast, ready and hopeful spirit in me. Resurrect all of that in me.
I need it.
That really doesnโt work for me. As I type it, Iโm shocked. This settling, this resignation, this empty โhopeโโฆ itโs all been such a subtle erosion that I barely noticed it.
I was scrolling on social media this morning (read: engaging in reckless behavior). As my algorithm served up back-to-back videos from professed Christians giving their biased hot takes on various topics, I exhaled aggressively and thought to myself, โgo to hell.โ
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I wish I had some revelatory conclusion for myself. Iโm certain Iโll go back to scrolling after my disgust wears off a bit. But I at least wanted to journal this moment of tension as something to point back to when Iโm feeling over-served again.