I thought a lot this morning about taking an active stance in the things that I value. Waking up shortly after 5 am to go hiking was not a passive act. Without that proactive beginning, though, I would have missed the swirl of vapors filling Moraine Park, the brilliant red sunrise in the rear-view mirror, morning alpenglow on the peaks, and most importantly, silence on a trail that would be clogged with fellow hikers by mid-morning. I took action and gained peace, introspection, and refreshment as a result.
I was struck by my desperate need to step out of passivity not just as I pursue the natural world, but as I pursue the Kingdom of God, desiring to be clear-eyed and vibrant in spirit. I am memorizing Jesus' Sermon on the Mount this year and slowly soaking up what it means to be a kingdom-dweller beginning with, "Blessed are the poor in spirit..." I had always thought of this as a mere recognition of lack; an awareness of how infinitely more there is available in Christ. However; to be truly poor in spirit, I cannot be passive. I cannot let myself sink into the attitude of a victim, thinking, "Poor me, I'll never change". I must be consumed with a wholehearted pursuit of the Great King. I once heard it expressed as a lifestyle of spiritual violence. That is exactly what a life devoted to Christ is. And that it what I want. Willingness to strive to the extreme for the only thing worth living for...in this moment and the next, and after I stumble and get up, today and every day...until eternity.
What do we miss by letting life just happen to us?
|Nymph Lake's beautiful water lilies.|
|Huge boulders just below the surface of Lake Haiyaha.|