I have always looked at with a little envy at those people have a driving passion for Christ. Those people who will go to church every day of the week and be glad they did. To them it is only a mild sacrifice.
Growing up with a father and 2 uncles as pastors it I have learned such fervor would have made my life much easier. I look at my parents and to an extent my siblings, and find myself wishing to feel as passionately about it as they feel.
What I am most passionate about is pan, going to practice 3 days a week is not a sacrifice. Actually it’s more like a break. Like I told a friend a few years ago, pan provides for me an outlet, a chance to relax and de-stress.
For many years I used to pray & hope that a mirror of my passion for pan would find somehow find its way into my spiritual life, but alas that has not been the case.
Interestingly enough, there has been an individual who has entered an integral part of my life that has taught me a large part of ones Christian walk is sacrifice. This is a hard concept to adapt simply because I am a very lazy person and sacrifice requires discipline. Quite often I am fascinated to see how easy it is for me to make it to work almost every Sunday, yet finding my way to church once a month requires a Herculean effort.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a workaholic, far from it, I just happen to like what I do.
Now I am at a point where growth with respect to my spiritual life is at a crawl, and it seems almost impossible to work up the energy to get it to move any faster.