What I am thinking about right now is this: image management. Bill and I were just talking about our tendency to manage the external instead of the internal. The inner journey that Christ invites us to take is harder to quantify than the external journey that we humans tend to focus upon. We can measure the outside work (our appearance, our accomplishments, our compliments) but the inner work that is happening in our souls is more hidden, harder to address, harder to articulate.
Jesus tells us to love our God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength and to love our neighbor as ourself. So that's a three-pronged command: love God, love others, love me. That's enough. That's all.
Can I chuck away the lean I have toward designing my image, tending to it, tweaking it? No, I can't. What brings me back to my senses? Is it knowing that I am a sheep? I may be a white sheep or a black sheep or a brown fuzzy one. I bustle along with the other sheep, seeking the Shepherd. We do bump into one another and occasionally we might turn our head to look at each other, sizing up the one next to us that may have given us a slight shove. Then, we turn our head back to the forward position, toward Him.
100 Days in the Secret Place by Gene Howard. Bill and Brad are reading this book. I am going to read it, too. One day at a time.
It's an effort to cultivate the inner journey, that place in my soul where eternal deposits are made.