The flat
I did not write anything around Easter this year. I really wanted to but I had nothing to say. I expected a mountain top experience, not for any other particular reason, it had just been the case for many previous Easters, so I just assumed. God always has something to kick me up the bum about and Easter is as good a time as any to do it. This year however there was nothing.
Initially I wondered if I had not done enough to create an “environment” for said experience. This however was replaced by questions. Why I was expecting/desiring said experience? Why must a Christian’s walk be made up by mountain tops and valley bottoms? Is there anything wrong with the flat? Should I be worried that I have been running on it for a while now? Am I running any less a race because I am happy or better put content?
I am man, he is God and we are living life together. Maybe it is enough this Easter that I realise this. God came to earth, became man and died on a cross, rising three days later. All this so I can live life with him and be content.
