A note from my Bible study (I'm revisiting James: Mercy Triumphs. It's a study I never finished, but I sense the timeliness of it in my life now. I'm making an honest effort to get into the Word daily.):
"The power of the resurrection trumps the power of the past if we're willing to let it...When, like a laser, the call of Christ sears a hole through your self-protectiveness, you go wherever He leads whether or not you feel like you fit" (Moore 21).
I wonder if I've spent too long asking God to put someone in a leadership position who is willing to push boundaries and challenge mediocrity when He's continually asking me to do that very thing. I'm not a fan of leadership, because, like John Proctor in The Crucible, "God knows how black my sins are." Those positions should be relegated to those who don't taint Christianity any more than it already has been throughout history.
But my heart...My heart keeps asking for something more than showing up, reciting and declaring. How much am I really living my supposed ideals? Moore, anticipating James' thoughts after Peter's imprisonment, states, "We may lose our heads, but we cannot lose our souls. The stakes are up. The fire is lit. It's time to live like those who cannot die. Welcome to the lives of those called Christians" (22--emphasis, Moore). Those thoughts? They make me wonder where my life is reflecting these ideals.