​10. Pray That We Can See

It’s funny how I used to hate Bible verses. But I suppose that’s not too far-fetched for a former atheist.

Biblical memes, words of inspiration, everything that should fill a heart and help you find peace made me a little bit nauseous.

I was smarter than trite proverbs and feel-good sayings.

I lived in the “real” world and navigated it quite well on my own, thank you very much.

Let’s just skip the part about how I was $70,000 in debt and alienated everyone around me for the sake of my “art.”

Deception is a powerful thing. It’s a hard rock to drill through when you want to share the saving grace of Christ.

The hardest people to reach aren’t who you think. It’s not the down and out people, the ones on the street corner with nothing in their hands and an overflow of pain in their hearts.

It’s the religious American middle class (and above) who keep fat and happy on the promise of a Jesus who doesn’t really exist.

They know God, they say. So what can the truth of Scripture actually offer them?

And then there was someone like me. Someone who didn’t want anything to do with any of them. I was happy digging my hole, thinking it would lead me to a much more pleasant place, unknowingly making my way to the fiery pit.

The only thing I know to do? Pray. Pray to Jesus that He can lift the blinders and reveal the broken. That hands will feel the glass-like shards and loose soil of a life thrown at the ground.

That we will all be honest with ourselves, constantly searching our hearts for sin and confessing and repenting to a God who’s so graciously lined our lungs with breath.

Pray that we can see.