I sit on my bed and wonder…
Wonder about the condition of life.
Life itself, with all its ebb and flows-
Up and downs, life.
Life means what?
What does our lives mean to God?
What does our lives mean to each other?
So I sit and I wonder…
I wonder about this thing we call “life”.
I imagine those who live near me,
Asking the same things.
In their head, I imagine them asking about life.
If life was nonexistent, if life was gone, then what?
Does life seek something more for us?
Something more than what we wear,
Something more than who we’re with,
Something more than the formality of religion.
Does life seek and search for something more?
Or are we stuck in mediocrity, is complacency our home.
If I was destined to sit in the mundane,
Then why am I serving a moving God?
A God who moves with time-
Time moves with Him.
Yet, we stay still in our state of routine-
In routines that does nothing for our Spirits.
Our Spirits are malnourished– starving for something more.
More justice, more love, more compassion,
Starving for more…
Yet, we stay in the mediocre-in the mundane.
If this is what Christianity is, what am I striving for?
I am shouting and praising, for what?
I am sitting in church, for what?
I am reading my Word, for what?
Why am I reading a text I don’t plan to live?
Why am I believing in a change I am not a part of?
If my life is meant to be lived silently,
Why do I have a mouth?
If my life is meant to turn a blind eye,
Why do I have the ability to see?
If my life is meant to address nothing,
Why can I hear the cries of those oppressed around me?
If this is what my life is for,
Then I can say to God- why do I serve you?
I’m serving you, for what?
“Copyright, Sept. 6. 2014, Mo”