I have come to the realization over the last few weeks that I make comfort an idol.
I enjoy having an air conditioner, a comfortable place to sleep, clothes the I like, music that I enjoy, time to relax and unwind, control over most of my daily activities. To be honest, I live a real comfortable life. That thought has contributed to a bit of a pit in my stomach recently, because while comfort is nice, I don’t think its exactly what a follower of Christ is called to. I know that I, when left to my own devices, will seek my comfort above all else, and that is not the mark of someone who is passionately following Jesus.
Now, I could take this to the extreme and sleep on the street, give all my money and possessions away, and become a vagabond, wandering around, looking for ways to be more uncomfortable, but I don’t really think that is the mark of a true follower of Christ either.
I think noticing the problem is half the battle. I seek my comfort. OK. What do I do with that?
Is it enough to know that I seek my comfort, to process that and then to take that into consideration when living my life?
I am a practical person. I like to have practical ways to go about fixing a problem I see in my life. And that is just it, the fact that I am now aware of my comfort seeking has created an uncomfortable feeling in me. I want to rid myself of that feeling by some action or decision. What if, instead of spurring me to fix myself, God just reveals these things to again highlight how broken and in need of Him I really am?
I don’t have any answers. Just a lot of questions.