Somehow, there’s a disconnect. Somewhere along the way, focus is lost and distractions dominate. What’s significant loses its luster because of the effort that it requires. As fallen mankind, we lack the necessary consideration and wherewithal obligated by such a decree. Our contentment is thin and our attention short. What motivates us isn’t a divine wellspring of love, rather, a destitute thirst for more. We deprive ourselves of the truth, and yet, expect and presume upon grace, thereby making us unfit for it.
The mystery of service.
The mystery of service.
The mystery of service.
Somehow, there’s a disconnect. Somewhere along the way, focus is lost and distractions dominate. What’s significant loses its luster because of the effort that it requires. As fallen mankind, we lack the necessary consideration and wherewithal obligated by such a decree. Our contentment is thin and our attention short. What motivates us isn’t a divine wellspring of love, rather, a destitute thirst for more. We deprive ourselves of the truth, and yet, expect and presume upon grace, thereby making us unfit for it.