What is the purpose of life, as far as I can tell?
To pick up my cross, leave the rest behind, and follow Him.
This summer, which has only just begun, looks like it will be a trade-off of time spent working, time spent with church friends, and time spent trying to… fill in empty spaces and waste…time.
What is “wasted time”, really?
Time during which I am not being “productive”?
Time during which I am not saving lives?
Time during which I am not directly working to expand the kingdom of Christ?
The above questions all seem so relative and empty, but dammit, why do I KEEP COMING BACK TO THEM, OVER AND OVER?
I have engrained in myself this deep sense that life goes by more quickly and is more precious than our present day society is lead to believe. And thus, every single day, each passing breath…
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