For Lack of Preachers Like This Man,God Has Been Ill Served

I know that, bottom line, I am soft, spoiled, used to relative ease, a creature of comfort. There has been little in my life that called me to be anything more. And such is the evil of the culture we live in, a culture that summons our weaknesses, awarding each degradation we allow ourselves to indulge with approval and acceptance.

But every weak bone in my body tells me this man speaks the truth about God. And I find it hard to listen. It reminds me of the weakness of muscle I anguished through when first I ever worked out – where every sinew is screaming to cease, to stop, to go back to familiar comfort….and I know that spiritual sloth is likely not so easily defeated as physical, but Washer’s exposition of God’s word is too convicting, too challenging to ignore. I can’t. I can’t afford to.

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Soul Drift

We drift toward compromise and call it tolerance; we drift toward disobedience and call it freedom; we drift toward superstition and call it faith. We cherish the indiscipline of lost self-control and call it relaxation; we slouch toward prayerlessness and delude ourselves into thinking we have escaped legalism; we slide toward godlessness and convince ourselves we have been liberated.
from Desiring God

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