Funny how time can rob you of your passion for life, even for Christ if you let it. You give attention to the many important things around you and before you know it another year has gone by and you’re still pretty much where you were this time last year. Why do we let life do that to us?
As you traverse this experience we get banged up, and dinged along the way. Eventually we think, “Why chance it? It’s not worth it.” We begin to isolate ourselves at the worse, and distance ourselves at best, with friends and family. What we don’t see is that the very energy of life is slowly being drained from us. All the while we think we’re just wiser, quieter, and maybe just a little more humble. Actually we’re getting cynical, pessimistic, and cold-hearted.
Watching the trailer to “The Passion” awakens something in me that has been missing. I guess it’s a revitalization or re-empowering of something worth being “passionate” about. It’s what I fell in love with over 30 years ago. I’m very human. I don’t claim to be ahead of anyone, and I hope I’m never thought of as being more than I am; less maybe, but not more. It’s the passion of Christ that apprehended me in that cheap hotel room in N.C. at that ESA surfing contest. Time can tend to minimize the power and impact of that moment when I went from death to life. And certainly time can more than point out my humanness as I’ve walked this life.
Yet the passion of finding God amidst a generation of sexually obsessed, selfish hedonists can’t be taken for granted. God certainly goes looking for us. He’s in the garbage dumps of life offering a passionate answer to our boring, lifeless lives as we forage on the remains of a civilization that threatens to cannibalize itself.
God help us to once again touch the flame that touches us and to allow the passionate love of the Savior to totally renovate and reinvigorate our faith and obedience. Come Holy Spirit!