Here’s a quick clip from Pete Rollins.
I think often we get to the front porch and stop there. We can feel the warmth of home, the security of proximity, the comfort of the porch light being on during our dark nights and for some that is enough. All the while he invites us in to sit beside the fire and have long chats, come ‘further up and further in’ to discover the God we hardly know. And yet we resist the invitation because we’ve got enough to make us feel spiritual, brace us against the cold, shore us up at our weaker or uncertain points and somehow that’s all we want. As long as I’m on my way to heaven…
“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 don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation. I want the warmth of the womb not a new birth. I want about a pound of the eternal in a paper sack. I’d like to buy $3 worth of God, please.” – Wilbur Reese
At some level I suppose it’s fear, fear of what what we’ll find further up and further in. But I doubt it’s fear of what we’ll find inside about God. I suspect it’s fear of what we’ll find about ourselves. I’ve been married to the same woman, the elusive Donna, for 26 years now and I’ve known her for 28. To this day I’m still discovering new things about her and in that process discovering even more about myself. In this superficial world in which we move and live and have our being it’s difficult not to be seduced by the $200 conversion.