Tales of a Secret Rockstar

I think I've been slowly getting out of touch.

Out of touch with God.
Out of touch with my own brain.
Out of touch with my need for God and others.

I sat in on the Chapel service this morning. It was great. I've been so happy to see how dynamic our chapel services have been these days. There's a hunger and urgency that I haven't seen in years. I've been praying for that, so it's good to see it happen. Anyways, the speaker mentioned, almost in passing, how many pastors only spend about 15 minutes a day in prayer and devotion. And I thought, "That's me!" Now of course my change of schedule has thrown me off, but I feel like maybe I've been using that as a bit of an excuse. I've started to be content with mediocre living, mediocre service, and mediocre relationship. I'd love to have one monumentous experience and cast it all off and be a new man. But I just don't think that's how God deals with me. I'm in for yet another process here. Obviously I prayed and confessed these things to God. But certain attitudes and habits need to take root in my life. I tend to have a sort of inside out passion - it may not always show on the surface, but it's strong and deep inside of me. I feel like I've been letting that die lately.

Fortunately God is in the resurrection business.

That may have been the cheesiest sentence I've written in a long time.