FEARLESS IN QUEST OF YOU

A man named Oswald Chambers once wrote that “it is impossible to weary God’s love…” Man’s on the other hand has a predetermined limit it would seem, even among family members and especially when something valuable stands to be won or lost. There is a competition that reverberates in Southern California. It’s in the gridlock, the race to checkout at Target and the pushing and shoving that occurs in times of economic crisis when seniority lists get scrutinized. The proverbial jungle out there is real but it’s manageable from the inside [you] out.

It’s amazing what we’ll do in a moment, in a surge and flury. People who claim to have faith, myself included, blame shift and lower personal convictions from time to time because we have not slowed down enough to deposit into our own cores. And I really don’t think there is a faithless solution nevertheless people swear up and down that it’s the marriage, the house, the job and the nebulous other which makes me edgy. We’re all wound up in the Golden state because…Because we’re aimless in our inward pursuits. What’s an inward pursuit? It’s as it sounds…a journey toward identity and introspection. It means deciding that your degrees, social networks and entertainment objectives don’t matter nearly as much as grasping a truth that will color how you live every one of the 86,400 seconds you get daily. At day’s end, it seems that everyone wants meaning but fears the quest involved with discovering it. I’ve been in countless conversations with people who say the money didn’t satisfy but we poor folk all say, “Hmm. I’d like to try the money though just to see.” I’m several years into my own personal quest for identity and despite its perilous paths, I can feel myself becoming fearless. Faith is all that remains as I stop the blaming, stop the scratching and clawing and fight the right fights. It’s the most exciting thing I’ve done since dunking a basketball the first time in 10th grade. (Well that’s not true but it was worth referencing.)