Then it hit me: We’ve tolerated partiality by sustaining a small appetite for his ways. As a result, the church is suffering, in part, by a twisted form of spiritual “anorexia* athletica”.
I mean…it’s like we want to feel full as soon as possible, just so it won’t take much prophetic, presence and/or glory to fill us.
Yes, Lord, feel my tiny coffee cup! I left my buckets at home, but whatev…I just want to overflow!
See how “crazy soup” this is?