He only stops by when I have a six pack.
Pris |Monday, August 22, 2005 | E-mail this post
To say things haven't been going well would be an understatement. Between moving and all that entails, my best friend being in and out of the hospital for the last month, and the Twins losing the AL wild card lead, there are quite a few things that I wish were done differently (or not at all). Fortunately, things are now looking up.
I've always admired--even when I think it's misguided--how some people have the ability to keep a high level of faith during the good times and not just the bad times. Frankly, I can't do it. Perhaps it's all the pride an arrogance, but when my life is right, there's no room for God. Even though the nature of God's relationship with humankind is still an unanswered question for me, I've been trying to fix this problem.
When I was going through the Great Experiment of 2004, I tried to focus a lot on this. When I prayed, I tried to pray out of love and a desire for a relationship with the divine, not out of desperation or pleading. This seems to me to be the right approach, though I really don't know.
Does the way we approach the Lord matter? How much? Is it 'better' (whatever that means) to look towards the divine as a first option versus a second, third or last?
Is there a difference in the response to the Worship of a man who is content and a man who is not?