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The author, on one of his better days. |
I get tired.
I’m a little tired right now, as a matter of fact. There are days and weeks when I seem to be doing the same thing over and over again, and it doesn’t appear to be going anywhere. And I think, “Is this really what I’m supposed to be doing?” I’ve asked the Lord about it, I’ve prayed for a resolution, and yet …
Yeah, you guessed it: every week, it’s just more of the same.
It’s a special sort of modern, western, slightly self-indulgent
“tired”, when you think about it. Persecuted Christians get tired too, I’m
sure, but in a very different way. Despair and exhaustion are a far cry from
boredom and ennui.
But we in western Christian culture have the malaise of
repetitive, often (apparently) ineffectual service to contend with nonetheless.