Limping Despair

So often, I feel selfish – even wrong – for getting to be a Christian in America. I don’t have to cling to Jesus the way those dire or horrific situations have to. Surrounded by earthly comforts and distractions, I have “plenty” in my hands, filling my thoughts. Except when it comes to my emotions – how I feel about myself and how I feel others feel towards me.

Jesus is about getting to the heart of the matter. He asked the rich man to lay down his riches, the son to forgo burying his father, Martha to laid down her desire for control and work, and simply rest. Without comparing my problems with the awful plight of the suffering, my emotional attachments to myself and other people are enslaving. He’s gently prying away at that root in my heart.