“You say you’re no good. That there are better Christians out there than you. Who are you worse than? Worse than David who lusted after, slept with, and then killed, the husband of Bathsheba? Noah who lay drunk and naked in his open tent with his daughters? Jacob who lied and stole to get his way? Peter who denied Christ not once but three times then later started falling back into the legalist life and accused Gentiles? Paul who bragged about himself and judged as well as persecuting Christians before his transformation? Thomas who doubted? Martha who worried?
I who have lied, stolen, been caught up in addictions, cheated, and manipulated among other things while claiming to being in a relationship with Christ?
Tell me who is worse than you. Tell me who is better, besides Christ, out of the human race? WHO?”
Do you ever feel like deleting every sentence you’re saying even as you’re saying them?
Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry (via elixir)
OKAY WENDELL BERRY. WHY ARE YOU IN MY LIFE? WHY?
SO MANY TIMES. Random thought: Does God play like this? Not like “I am God I am trying to mess with you” but “I want to have fun! I want to play with you! I want to be your friend!”