:: Friday, January 31, 2003 ::

"Hey my love, do you believe that we might last a thousand years or more if not for this, our flesh and blood?" (DMB)

Last night, I talked for a few minutes with an old friend. He's planning on getting married soon, and he talked about his life -- tedious job, same thing every day, no real interest. Why? Why, my friend? Why, vast majority of suburban America? Is the extent of your vision a comfortable retirement? What is the point of financial success or fame? Why pass money or a name down to children, who will pass them down to their children, who will pass them down to their children indefinitely?
Where is purpose, passion, reason to love life? Where is motivation, vision, sense of fulfillment? Where is adventure, excitement, zest for living? Where is danger, emotion, the answer to inborn wildness?
I think that I realize more than ever before what Ecclesiastes is hitting on: "I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, and also that every many should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor -- it is the gift of God." (3:12-13)
He has put eternity in our hearts for a reason; is that so we can spend 8-hr. days in a cubicle, dental coverage included? I think God loves when we dream, and He loves even more when we go after those dreams. I think cultivating our passions is a way of loving Him. I think our relationships with Him are the most meaningful, most spiritual, when our hearts are thriving.
Is this heresy? Probably, but hey -- Jesus was the most heretical of them all.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:29 PM :: + ::