My Bed: The Ground

My normal bed is packed up and gone, so lately I've been sleeping on the ground. It's not that bad, it's just that every morning my back cracks and it sounds like a a group of people applauding... thank you... thank you...

Well, today I finished reading "Through the Gates of Splendor" by Elisabeth Elliot. It's a really good book. Elliot ends the book with this:

"It is not the level of our spirituality that we can depend on. It is God and nothing less than God, for the work is God's and the call is God's and everything is summoned by Him and to His purposes, the whole scene, the whole mess, the whole package-- our bravery and our cowardice, our love and our selfishness, our strengths and our weaknesses. The God who could take a murderer like Moses and an adulterer like David and a traitor like Peter and make of them strong servants of His is a God who can also redeem savage Indians, using as the instruments of His peace a conglomeration of sinners who sometimes look like heroes and sometimes like villains, for 'we are no better than pots of earthenware to contain this treasure [the revelation of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ], and this proves that such transcendent power does not come from us, but is God's alone' (2 Cor. 4:7, NEB)
"We are not always sure where the horizon is. We would not know which end is up were it not for the shimmering pathway of light falling on the white sea. The One who laid earth's foundations and settled its dimensions knows where the lines are drawn. He gives all the light we need for trust and for obedience."

We share the same God as these men who have died for the sake of the gospel. Our God is the God of Moses, the God who worked miracles in Egypt. This God is the God who designed and created the universe we live in. Why do we live such dull lives as if our God were a dull God? Let us live lives "worth of the calling we have received".