Busyness-- which I'm defining as the neglectful prioritizing of tasks-that-must-be-done-- has been a stronghold lately. I've stayed up late trying to finish an application for a spiritual program, and have spent no quality time in the Word. (Hmm... is something is wrong when spiritual things draw me away from him?)
When I did try to get in the word yesterday, I was on the bus. In the back. With the talkers. So I put on my Ipod to a sermon, and opened up to Acts. The woman next to me said "That's a good book!" and I smiled. The talkers looked up. It was awkward. I pretended to keep reading, cursing myself. Here I was, another example of a christian isolating themselves with the Bible. It wasn't a bridge. It was a block. I made excuses, "I'm too tired to talk... they'll think I'm stupid... etc." Gosh. I have already repented of this selfishness-- rather than being prayerful (Lord, help me talk with her,) and open (Lord help me be present here, on this bus, and serve you!) I closed off. And didn't even have a profitable time in the Word, either. Sitting in my sin.
Our Father, thank you for your forgiveness. That you for your patience with this jar of clay. The Treasure belongs to you-- it is YOU! May that be my refrain, on the bus, when I'm tired. May I not segregate myself from others, but build bridges with the gospel which demonstrate that You are the Treasure. Amen.
