"I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid" (Gen. 3:10)
I remember driving back from a futsal game one night, a friend and I were just sort of shooting the breeze about life and relationships and work. As the conversation deepened, he began to admit some of the struggle he was having. Then he came out with this confession: The truth is, Tim, I feel like I'm just faking my way through life...and that someday soon I'll be exposed as impostor."
Wow, I'm surprised. This is a popular, successful guy who most people like the moment they meet him. He's bright, articulate, funny, and purpose driven. He's in a relationship with a beautiful women, has a great job, drives a new car, and basically living his dream. There is nothing on the outside that says, "going through loads of problem." But inside, it's another story. It always be. Truth to be told, most of us faking our way through life. We pick only those battles we are sure to win, only those adventures we are sure to handle, only those beauties we are sure to rescue.
Sadly, the same sort of thing goes on Sundays mornings church celebration, its just a different set of rules. A friend (Friend A) runs into another friend (Friend B) in the church lobby the other day and automatically both wearing their happy faces, though neither is happy at all.
"Hey, man, how are you?" Friend A is actually going through a tough time with his girlfriend and ready to leave her, but he says, Great, just Great. The Lord is good!"
Friend B, on the other hand, hasn't believed in the goodness of God, ever since his ex-girlfriend dumped him for another man. "Awesome - God is good, all the time. I'm so glad to be here praising God." "Me too. Well, I'll be praying for you man!"
I would love to see a tally of the number of prayers actually prayed against the number of prayers actually prayed against the number of prayers promised. I bet its about one in a thousand. "And I'll be praying for you too. Well, gotta go! You take care."
"Take care" is our saying, "I'm done with this conversation and I want to get out of here but I don't want to appear rude so I'll say something that sound meaningful and caring," but in truth, some friends doesn't give a rip to each other.
All of us are hiding, every last one of us. We are well aware that we, too, are not we were meant to be, afraid that people know, desperately afraid of exposure, terrified of being seen for what we are and are not, we have to run off into the bushes and hide. We hide in our office, at the gym, behind the newspaper and mostly behind our personality. Most of what you encounter when you meet someone a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.
I remember driving back from a futsal game one night, a friend and I were just sort of shooting the breeze about life and relationships and work. As the conversation deepened, he began to admit some of the struggle he was having. Then he came out with this confession: The truth is, Tim, I feel like I'm just faking my way through life...and that someday soon I'll be exposed as impostor."
Wow, I'm surprised. This is a popular, successful guy who most people like the moment they meet him. He's bright, articulate, funny, and purpose driven. He's in a relationship with a beautiful women, has a great job, drives a new car, and basically living his dream. There is nothing on the outside that says, "going through loads of problem." But inside, it's another story. It always be. Truth to be told, most of us faking our way through life. We pick only those battles we are sure to win, only those adventures we are sure to handle, only those beauties we are sure to rescue.
Sadly, the same sort of thing goes on Sundays mornings church celebration, its just a different set of rules. A friend (Friend A) runs into another friend (Friend B) in the church lobby the other day and automatically both wearing their happy faces, though neither is happy at all.
"Hey, man, how are you?" Friend A is actually going through a tough time with his girlfriend and ready to leave her, but he says, Great, just Great. The Lord is good!"
Friend B, on the other hand, hasn't believed in the goodness of God, ever since his ex-girlfriend dumped him for another man. "Awesome - God is good, all the time. I'm so glad to be here praising God." "Me too. Well, I'll be praying for you man!"
I would love to see a tally of the number of prayers actually prayed against the number of prayers actually prayed against the number of prayers promised. I bet its about one in a thousand. "And I'll be praying for you too. Well, gotta go! You take care."
"Take care" is our saying, "I'm done with this conversation and I want to get out of here but I don't want to appear rude so I'll say something that sound meaningful and caring," but in truth, some friends doesn't give a rip to each other.
All of us are hiding, every last one of us. We are well aware that we, too, are not we were meant to be, afraid that people know, desperately afraid of exposure, terrified of being seen for what we are and are not, we have to run off into the bushes and hide. We hide in our office, at the gym, behind the newspaper and mostly behind our personality. Most of what you encounter when you meet someone a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.
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