It is not by accident that Israel had worship that focused them. God gave them feasts and festivals so that their love would stay on Him. Our hearts are prone to wander, what can keep our love focused on the Lord?
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A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.
Mark Twain (1835-1910)

 

Because here’s something else that’s weird but true; in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships… If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you… Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings.

They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day…

And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self.
David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

 

Skeptics sometimes imagine that becoming a religious believer means acquiring a belief that way you acquire a new piece of furniture. You decide you need a table for the living room, so you purchase it and get it delivered and then you have to rearrange everything, but once it’s done, it’s done. I did not find that being or becoming a Christian as very much like that.
Tanya Luhrmann, “When God Talks Back”

 

My weight is my love. Wherever I am carried, my love is carrying me.
St Augustine (354-430 AD), The Confessions