Three Dollars Worth

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please, not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine…I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.

--Wilbur Rees

Just yesterday I read this and realized what a grave problem we all have when this is true. And it is true. We do ask for this. Okay, so maybe this isn’t the kind of thing you shout on rooftops but the message seeps through the way we live our lives. We are scared to hand all of it over to the unseen.

There comes a time when we’ve got to jump off the cliff in our faith walk. You either believe it – you believe Him, or you don’t. What happens when you jump? When you trust in the image of the invisible? Real life happens. Miracles are witnessed. Hearts are purposed towards what they were always meant for.

Our God is so capable. So big. So good. In the past year I have seen ten kids find a new home, students learning how to read, people finding jobs, strangers become family, babies being born, lives being renewed, teenagers saying no to what the world has to offer and yes to things that last forever, communities coming together and people putting their total trust in the One who made them. These are miracles. This is what makes life worth it.

So my prayer today is that He would explode my soul and disturb my sleep. Transform me. Help me ask for and believe in big things.

What makes your life worth it?

{photo cred goes to Kate from our group a few weeks ago. thanks, lady.}