Here are some random thoughts that I have been thinking about these past two months...
There are several things from Les Miserable that have struck me and helped me to grow.
"Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions when they are over, men recognize that the human race has been harshly treated but that it has moved forward." (pg. 43)
We tend to always pray for God to bring about a revival... isn't that the same as when a society finds itself in the middle of a revolution. Revivals aren't pretty and most of the time the process is not one that people want to go through but just like a revolution it is necessary because it is where you find that you have moved forward in your faith and intimacy with the Lord.
"A wealthy priest is a contradiction. He ought to stay close to the poor. But who can be in continual contact night and day with every distress, every misfortune and privation, without picking up a little of that holy poverty, like the dust of labor? The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty." (Pg. 47)
Can this also be applied to living a life called to missions. Do I make the choice daily to live this way. Do I try to live like the people that I am trying to reach, trying to disciple or do I just grasp onto what is familiar and say that it is so I can be more effective. What does it mean to live this life? To lay aside my plans and pick up a life long project to share the love of Christ to the nations.
"Who knows how easily ambition disguises itself under the name of a calling, possibly in good faith and deceiving itself in sanctimonious confusion." (Pg. 50)
What are my motives for living this way? Are they Godly and pure... or do I find deep within me some ambition disguising itself as a calling. I find myself constantly praying that in every circumstance through out the day my motives can be holy and pleasing to the Lord.
"Her universal tenderness was less an instinct of nature than the result of a strong conviction filtered through life into her heart, slowly dropping into her, thought by thought; for a character, as well as a rock, may have holes worn into it by drops of water. Such marks are ineffable; such formations are indestructible." (pg. 53)
I want so badly to be a loving and caring person. The tendency to be selfish and prideful come so easily. Will there ever be a day when the love of Christ has changed me so much that things come natural. The process is so painful and most mornings I find that I have to clean myself up from the dirt the day before. To admit that I have messed up and have choose not to love is my biggest regret at the end of the day. But o how sweet it truly is to know that my mistakes were forgiven and that each day is a new day. To mess up a little less than the day before could be the greatest goal one could have for their life.
What do you think?
