Bordering on Madness
I can remember a time when Sunday was held as the most reverent day of the week. It was a time of spending the morning in church with God and then the afternoon with family and friends over a well prepared meal.
How sad we have become so engrossed in business and the pursuits of the world that we really do not know that God has claims upon our time.
Spending our time pushing forward in all our affairs and never occurring to us that there are other objects for which we should suspend these activities.
It seems at times bordering on madness that the objects for which we labor are so demanding and require justified devotion.
Our lives seem to be nobly spent fascinated by some great material advantage that we put self-interest ahead of friendship or fellowship with God.
We constantly betray the understanding on how we live. That everything is geared toward business and big transactions of life.
Thinking that the value of spending time in God's presence is just some sort of emotional tonic or religious speculation, and missing the very fact that it is the real thread on which life is strung.
I can remember a time when Sunday was held as the most reverent day of the week. It was a time of spending the morning in church with God and then the afternoon with family and friends over a well prepared meal.
How sad we have become so engrossed in business and the pursuits of the world that we really do not know that God has claims upon our time.
Spending our time pushing forward in all our affairs and never occurring to us that there are other objects for which we should suspend these activities.
It seems at times bordering on madness that the objects for which we labor are so demanding and require justified devotion.
Our lives seem to be nobly spent fascinated by some great material advantage that we put self-interest ahead of friendship or fellowship with God.
We constantly betray the understanding on how we live. That everything is geared toward business and big transactions of life.
Thinking that the value of spending time in God's presence is just some sort of emotional tonic or religious speculation, and missing the very fact that it is the real thread on which life is strung.