War

I recieved an email today...it showed a picture of a soldier that had lost a hand, a leg and any eye while trying to disarm a bomb in Iraq. This email is not out of the ordinary, it is not the first article, nor will it be the last I recieve about the reality and face of war. However, today it struck a different chord in my heart.
Often most of us go through our lives, day in day out, with a set routine. We wake up, eat, go to work, come home, eat...maybe, if were feeling guilty..go to the gym...or choose to ignore it for just one more day and just work out the remote instead. Go to bed...sleep...wake up, and start all over again. Exciting huh! I can attest to this routine, and sometimes just to stir things up, i even consider opening my bible or maybe spending some time in prayer. But, as i'm too "tired" to complicate my night with God...I shove that idea into the deepest corner of my mind and decide I will definatly dedicate time tomorrow. I work so hard on being honest with those around me...yet I lie to myself.
I recently started reading a book by John Eldridge called "Waking the Dead," The glory of a heart fully alive. In the two chapters I have read, there has been a stirring of my heart to face the reality that surrounds me, and to stop pretending or hiding from the truth and the world that surrounds me. In the book Eldridge talks about
"the heart being the center of human life..." and the fact that somehow, we have lost this truth.
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