I live my life daily. I eat. I sleep. I work. I play. I find myself entirely occupied. I do not spend one minute to reflect. When it is quiet, I look for “entertainment” to fill the silence. I even worry for the problems of others whenever my own are not overwhelming me. And then there is the cross.
It is this thing I tell myself that I love and yet I find such mixed emotions. It is both my salvation and evidence of the worst of my failures. It is both evidence of God’s immensely powerful love and it is proof of his terrifyingly accurate justice.