What I want this to be:

My faith hasn't really done much in a while. 


I'm glad I have it, and I know why I have it, but I haven't been checking in on it. It's just there. I feel like it's a part of my heart and brain that I've taken for granted, and as a result, it's atrophied. No. Not atrophied. That makes it sound like something is wrong with it. It's not sick, it's just...ugh, I'm about to one of my least favorite words, but it's exactly what's going on.

My faith has gotten lazy. 

I have let my faith get lazy.

I hate lazy. I don't hate relaxed, or laid-back. I don't think there's anything wrong with having a relaxed faith. I know lots of people who don't go to church regularly, or identify with a particular denomination, but their faith isn't lazy, they just challenge it in other ways. Heck, in college, I was that. I almost never went to church, and I found ways to challenge my faith through fellowship and study. My faith wasn't lazy then.

I realized this when I was telling the story from Mark 4:35-40 this past Sunday to a room full of kids. 


That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?” He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!”Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”


I think the disciples had it easy. Jesus was right there. So, when they forgot what they were doing, of who Jesus was, he could just wave his hands in their faces and say "Dude! I'm Christ, I got this." I don't have a guy physically in my house, tossing throw pillows at my head and reminding me that he's the best thing that ever happened to me. Jesus is in my heart, yes, but the guy isn't here. The disciples had the guy. They totally had it easier than we do!

And that's my excuse for being a crap disciple: No guy.

That's a terrible excuse. Thus, the reason I am starting this blog. I have no idea how often I'm going to post, and it is very likely that a lot of my posts are going to be links to things that made me say "Ooh! This! Yes!"

This is going to serve as a coffee shot to the parts of me that once put more work into my faith.