Hope In Love

The problem with being comfortable is that you get lazy.  You don’t change anything – you accept yourself as you are and accept your situations as well.  You forget that there are other people outsite your comfort bubble. 

In our cell group at church we are studying – more discussing really – the book “Starving Jesus” and last week we were talking about why as followers of Christ we don’t do those things that we’ve been saying followers of Christ should be doing and I think the majority of us came to the conclusion that we are lazy (I like the title the book gives – “born-again lazy”) and have grown comfortable and complacent.  We’ve accepted that things are what they are.  We want to see change but we don’t want to be the ones to bring about that change.

Stangely enough, the next day, a colleague from work posted a blog on our company blogsite about being comfortable and pretty much what we had said about being comfortable the day before but without the “Christian” context – just more in general life.  But I thort that that was really cool or weird that this “comfortable-ness” seeps into so many aspects of our life.  Anyway he also posted the portion of this poem by Kahlil Gibran that talks about comfort.

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My favorite Ghandhi quote is “be the change you want to see in the world” and my favorite Mother Theresa quote is “there are no great things to be done in this life, just small things done with great love”.  I’m trying to incoparate these things into my daily life.  If I want the world to change I need to change; however, being comfortable makes that a little harder.  Being comfortable makes change scary.  So what’s the solution?  How do I “uncomfortabilize my comfortability” (a quote from an as-yet-to-be-famous friend)?

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I could quit my job – that would certaily make me uncomfortable.  But is that what God wants.  I could spend more time with random street people and show them love – that would also be out of my comfort zone and yes, I think God would want me to do that one.  But after my stalker situation its more scary than uncomfortable.  I blogged a little while back about moving to a township (on Kasi and community) – and that would be uncomfortable as well, but I’m not sure that’s where I’m being called. I don’t know though, these aren’t really small things are they?  Well…actually the second one is.

Here’s the thing about me: I tend to jump on to other people’s passions or callings or whatever.  This dude from church is moving to Kayamandi and so now I’m all into this moving to Kayamandi thing.  I mean it would be cool in a way, and I would totally save a bundle on rent and stuff and the ministry opportunities are definitely there, but yea, that’s Brett’s thing not mine.  And the whole “God of Justice” thing is Josh’s thing.  I think I need to find my thing.  It sucks that I don’t have a thing – well I do but I don’t know how to go about living it out.  Okay, that was a little side track. 

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So here I stand not knowing where I fit, and yet ok with going with the flow.  That’s really bad.  I need to fix that.