I hear a lot of people say that the fear of death and the fear of public speaking are two of the main fears in my generation, but I disagree. I think it’s the fear of silence. We refuse to turn off our computers, turn off our phones, log off Facebook, and just sit in silence, because in those moments we might actually have to face up to who we really are. We fear silence like it’s an invisible monster, gnawing at us, ripping us open, and showing us our dissatisfaction. Silence is terrifying. -Jefferson Bethke
And it is not enough that silence scares us but it’s our own corrupt thoughts that numb us. If we only could listen to more music, watch more TV, search more Youtube videos, maybe then we wouldn’t to have to feel this ache. Maybe then we would understand the very things that are pushing us ever farther away from God into eternal agony…
See, the problem with this generation isn’t technology, it isn’t the music we’re streaming, it isn’t even the false personas we put up, it’s where our hearts are turned. Oh beloved, He declares, if only you knew the value I put into you.
If only you knew the way my heart desires to connect with yours. I long for you, my Beloved.
That’s why when we mess up and we do something we know is wrong we do exactly what Adam did in the garden:
We hide from God. We think if I do everything right from THIS moment on maybe I can be right with Him and then we mess up again and we go, “He’ll never love me now. I messed up more that once, now I’m a sinner.”
Exactly! You weren’t created for sin but you were born INTO sin. From dust you came and dust you’ll return. You can’t change that. But thankfully we don’t have to because we have someone to take all the mess ups and screws ups we’ve made on Himself.
God allows us to get broken to fix us because He loves us.
Author C.S. Lewis said, “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain; It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
“Grace isn’t there for some future me but for the real me. The me who struggled. The me who was messy. The me who was addicted to porn. The me who didn’t have all the answers. The me who was insecure. He loved me in my mess; he was not waiting until I cleaned myself up. That truth changed my life, and I’m convinced it can change yours.” -Jefferson Bethe