When I tried to understand all this, it was oppressive to me till I entered the sanctuary of God; then I understood their final destiny (Psalm 73:16-17).

How often do you avoid God?

Seriously.

When I’m in the kind of spiritual place we’ve been talking about this week—envious of the world, wounded by God’s callous disregard for my obvious piety—the last place I want to be is on my knees in prayer.

Can I just say, right now, that not wanting to be with the Father—worshipping, reading his Word, listening for his Holy Spirit—is an immediate sign that things are wrong?

Sure I can.

Of course, this is the time when I most need to be on my knees.  Because—and you know this as well as I do, Beloved—when I come to the Father, humbly and worshipfully, he changes me.

One of the few advantages to being kind of a spiritual yutz is that I am constantly going back to God to get my head straight.  Three, four, five times a day—or an hour—I am asking him to help me see myself, the people around me, and this insane world through his eyes.

Have you spent time with him today, Beloved?  Have you given him the chance to remind you that the people of this world are not to be envied, but to be pitied, not to be imitated, but to be prayed for?  Have you given him the chance to remind you that you have earned nothing, but have gained everything, that you deserve emptiness, but have been filled?

You haven’t?

Then what are you listening to me ramble on for?  Go to your father.  Now.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved.