—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (3 February, "Becoming the 'Filth of the World'")
One of my biggest categories of struggle in faith is believing that the gospel, the power of Christ, can transform absolutely anyone. I don't want to believe it for those for whom I don't want to be compassionate, for those I don't want to remember in prayer, for those who have offended or wounded me so personally whether they know it or not. And in many ways I don't want to believe it for myself, because believing it at once takes away my right to self-righteousness, self-importance, self-incrimination and self-pity. I can't believe this without dying to myself.
But there's something, Someone worth coming alive to instead. And He promises life to the full.
Victrola's wireless connection is spotty, and my impatience with it highlights how spoiled I am. Thinking of a haircut and a trip to purchase a PowerBook battery today; we'll see what makes the schedule. Lease negotiations were successful last night; we held some important ground by God's grace. Community Group this evening, perhaps even with enough time beforehand to clean up a bit. Who knows what's possible?