I'm glad I don't have to share my sandwhich with you but I'm not gonna worship you either

Okay so check this out.

A fifteen-year-old in southern Nepal has attracted hordes of worshippers by sitting under a pipal tree fasting. He’s been there for six months.

Now don’t get me wrong. That’s pretty impressive. But seriously.

They’re calling him the new Buddha. This is mainly because the first Buddha achieved his state of enlightenment after meditating under a sacred pipal tree for 49 days.

Ram Bomjon is sitting in the same position and has been there for longer. Also they say he glows. Only in the morning when the sun comes up. In the evening he looks haggard.

So, to honor this new enlightened one, they have built a fence around him. They are planning a second and a third. This is so when he does decide to move, he will not be able to escape. Also so visitors will not come to near him. Even doctors are only allowed within five feet. Vendors are hawking their wares like crazy and the once quiet area has developed a booming economy overnight.

So, you know. All this is fine and good and wonderful. Except for one thing. This kid is being worshipped for doing nothing. Literally nothing. Not eating, not moving, not helping anyone out. His sacrifice benefits only his own soul (if that), yet they crowd around him.

Thanks, but I’ll take a God who heals the sick, dies for the sinner, and delivers the needy when He cries. Who brings peace and joy to MY soul and offers it to yours.

I mean you know if I were out of food, sure it would be handy to hang out with a guy who never needed to eat.

But I worship an active, passionate God who never rests and never fails and never sits still and neither do His prophets.

Jesus

Be to me
Be my aching longing
Be enthroned
Be real
Be lovely
Be where my thoughts want to wander when they are free
Be what I strive for
Occupy the only throne my heart has room for
Be my master
Be unquestioned, undoubted, absolute
Be perfect and perfectly trusted
Be holy in me
Be my hope deferred and my desire fulfilled
Be my hunger and my satisfaction
Be my lover,
The only one with whom I want intimacy
Be sweet to me
Be my surrender, my captor
Be my joy
Be my rescue
Be my righteousness
Be my revelation
Be my blood
Be my oil of gladness, healing and anointing
Be my comfort and my discipline
Be my wilderness and my water
Be my advocate
Be only You
And kill the lingering remnants of me

Play with lightning bugs

“How many Christians think that in the morning and evening they ought to come into the company of Jesus, and may then give their hearts to the world all the day…” – Spurgeon.

Point that finger right back me-ward.

But a lightning bug has a powder on it that makes it glow when you catch it. And you can’t help but get some of that powder on your fingers or your clothes. It rubs off on you when you touch it, no matter what.

You won’t spend much time with your husband before you begin to pick up some of his mannerisms, his likes and his dislikes. The bride becomes like her groom and the likeness is becoming to her.

These things I do for Caesar should not consume me. Though I must obey Caesar as I would Christ, may my thoughts be on the Holy and the high. May the temporal be the interruption, not the other way around.

So touch lightning bugs all day until you are glowing all over and then do it some more. Even when you have four hours and forty-five minutes left of work…