If Satisfied, Why Still Probing?

If the eyes of true passion are closed to enable the supposed bliss of ignorance, is it ever appropriate for the carnal ineptitude of temporal desire to provide the searing awakening to reality?


Why so cold, when eyes still open? If satisfied, why still probing?


For one the door swings wide, but the lethargy of self-complacence derides all potential positive products. Another, myopic to the latent dream contraceptives, belittles the mind to the point of spectatorial necessity.


Can understanding be achieved through brokenness? Or must destruction be its closest ally?


I’m thinking, among other things, about what David Platt said tonight. He talked about going to the world to make disciples. I don’t want to miss what God’s trying to do in my life. I don’t want to idle for 50 years. Even one year. I am asking for direction. With others, if my life is to intersect, collide, or connect, I want to let God do the directing. How foolish would it be to attempt to attach two lives together that God did not desire, or at an improper moment? As well, how inappropriate would it be to keep individuals apart that God desires together? Some are questions of timing, others of factuality. Some: where—others: when—most: how.