- Dennis Wood
My full and open honesty to Him is often a painful thing. Seeking out, and facing, all my empty 'Christianized' masks and motives, cranked-out words, token prayers, and bargain-basement obedience that I call "my Christian walk". Oh, how predictable it has become. So filled with memorized forms and formulas. So empty of lasting fruit and substance. It even bores me at times. What does it do to Him?
So often so much of what I call my love for Him is little more than casual infatuation. It rarely costs very much.
I seek His priceless blessings and revival with dime-store prayers and cut-rate commitment that costs nothing, changes nothing, and isn't worth a penny more. Seeking a costless revival where repentance is a sinner's duty. Surely not mine, Lord. Surely not mine.
My love for Him is a . . .