I found myself saying "eh" to God today.


I am nearly sure I need to be slapped.

Familiarity breeds contempt. I need to be constantly reminded of God's Godhood. I need to be trained to see His work. My eyes are bad.

Easter Sunday at Believer's the message was titled "Tombs." Everyone is within some sort of tomb, constructed by themselves, sealed by others. And I found myself crying. Not because I am in a tomb; but because, ever so recently, I was in one...and I can still hardly realize that I'm not anymore.
God, keep me thus in ecstatic incredulity at Your feet.