I’m a Christian. No, really. Didn’t you know that? Wasn’t it noticable?
I find it amazing how difficult it is to remain faithful to God. And maybe it shouldn’t be amazing. I mean, he calls me to be perfect, even as he is perfect, and that’s then the only way to be faithful to him. But then–how exactly am I supposed to do that?
In fact, I can’t. Odd, isn’t it, but fidelity to God is impossible for any of us to maintain. And yet that’s the standard we are called to meet–unswerving fidelity. This has been the touchstone of my musings, lately. I’ve been meditating on what exactly our infidelity amounts to, exactly how deep it runs. You might find that odd, but I really want to know how depraved I am so that I can better understand the depths of God’s faithfulness to me.
I’ve been writing on this lately–a journey into faithfulness–well, actually, better to say a journey into gratitude and dependency on God’s faithfulness and mercy.
The irony of all this is that I think–and arguments for this are forthcoming (how’s that for a promisory note?)–that so-called ‘infidels’ of the spiritual sort are never unfaithful. I’m thinking that by definition we are infidels, and by definition they are not.
Odd, that. I’ll be posting thoughts here as the trek proceeds.