You won’t get much done if you’re factoring in an earthquake contingency plan as part of your daily schedule. On the other hand, if you operate on the equation of ‘planning yields success’, you’ll lose a sense of perspective, gratitude and balance.
If America had a life verse for its past fifty years, this would be it: “treat yo’ self.”
The band OneRepublic said it perfectly: “I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing, and I feel something so wrong doing the right thing.”
It’s not only a concern for others that motivates us to keep our mouth shut. It should be an instinct of self-preservation.
What we find in the wicked is… nothing. It’s an absence, a nothingness. Instead of seeing perhaps some malformed root growing in the wicked, or some different organism, what we discover is a great black hole.
The reason why the subject of city transformation or cultural renewal will spawn an infinite number of books, articles, and resources, is because by God’s wisdom, the actual process is so hard to pin down. Blessing comes to an area through the lives of upright people. That’s a pretty indirect route.
The more you dread failure, the more your minor failures will haunt you. You will replay them in your mind, repent of them, take vows to never repeat them. And thus failure, the very thing you are trying to avoid, will control you. It will guide your hand, and chain your soul
There are two main objections in people’s minds when they consider setting themselves toward living a life of wisdom. First, that sounds hard. Second, that sounds boring.
What everyone wants, or at least what we want from others, is balance. We need empathy over echo-chambers. But how do you get there?
You can usually tell in the first few minutes of a movie, what kind of movie it is. You have a sense. You get a feeling. The colors, the scenery, the music, the camera angles, and the types of characters involved all set the mood.
You can sleep when you’re dead. It burns me up when I hear that. It’s the anthem of self-righteous productivity crusaders. It’s a needle jab to people like me, who keep company with the accusing demons of life’s lost hours and lost years.
The dialogue happens within. Sexual sin hooks on to us because it appeals to and flatters our pride. However dimly we may be conscious of it, we begin with the line: “I deserve…” and sexual sin fills in the blank.