We were expecting life to be pretty smooth.
High school graduation, maybe a college degree, maybe the family route instead, all falling into place in our twenties without that many bumps.
And when heartache started calling instead, when our plans for life folded like a cheap suit and God was nowhere to be seen, some of us just shrugged and walked away. “If God won’t be there for me, why should I be there for him?”
Maybe it wasn’t quite that total or explicit. We still love him…kinda. We believe…that he exists. We certainly get riled up on his behalf when some atheist starts talking.
But we’re not really on fire for him otherwise. Continue reading