i will not forget you.
(see, i have engraved you on the palms of my hands.)
i keep having conversations with christians that seem to be important. the tone and mannerisms and advice given and warnings heeded, at the very least, appear to be serious.
but sometimes, when i'm having these conversations i just want to shake people or hit myself because not much we talk about is really that big a deal. as christians, living in sydney, we have the least reason to complain of really anyone in the world. and yet we do. and yet i do.
and we tend to blow everything out of proportion. possibly because we have life too good we feel the need to manufacture hardship. and i'm obviously speaking generally here. there are people suffering. there are people enduring. there are people persevering. but few of them are us twenty-somethings on our three month uni break, living at home, working casually, going on overseas holidays, dating like-minded twenty-somethings.
and i think part of the reason why i want to shake people and hit myself is because it just feels like we've forgotten who jesus is. and the saddest part of that isn't even that christmas is one of the few times of the year where, in sydney, we actually get a holiday to remember Him. but that for the past two thousand years He has had perfect scars in His hands because He has not forgotten us.
