The ordinarily sacred.

My brokenness for the depravity of the world today is not for the lack of morality, but the absence of the ordinarily sacred. When life becomes reduced to specialized job descriptions, disconnected from the source and from the greater thing. When life becomes a matter of politically correctness rather than thriving. When life becomes focused on the impulses of the individual rather than on the grater rhythms of the spirit, we lose ourselves. We were created for more. We were created spirit. We were created flesh. We were created mind.

Different ages have partnered with different extremes of existence. Out of an era of over emphasis on the spirit over the body and mind, we find ourselves in a post-modern era of over emphasis on the flesh. We are missing out on the mind and the spirit. We have missed out on the flesh. We now over emphasize the neglected extreme. We are living short of the thriving, greater life.

I cry for the loss of life of millions of unborn babies, but even more so for the lack of life of the mothers and the fathers and the community and the culture that has forgotten the spirit of the flesh. For the babies that were believed to not have life and to intern have their lives taken, but also for the mothers and fathers and cultures that do not believe they have a deeper life, and in tern forfeit their lives abundant.

I cry for the controle that our government tries to take over culture. But even more, I cry for the controle that our culture has given the government out of fear of surrender to the spiritual.

I cry for the angry discussions that surround the issue of homosexuality. But even more, I cry for the sons and daughters that do not know who they are, as well as for the sons and daughters that do not actually know how to love like their Father because they do not actually know their Father.

I cry because the issue is never the issue. That we are tempted to waste our time on the physical manifestations of the spirit. That we have been given hindsight that our grandparents over emphasized the spiritual, but that we choose to react with controle and neglect of the spiritual rather than finding a place for the physical. That we fear worshiping a God who desires to both be holy and to meet us in the mundane and daily. That we want to deny the existence of a God who encounters us in the ordinary. That we want to deny that our God is ordinary. That we don’t want to believe in a God who is does not fit into Manocieistic boxes of dichotomy.