This is no small feat, as it gets downright hot here in Southern Oregon.
Over the years both my body and my habits adapted to the heat and I was able to endure the annual roasting with minimal discomfiture.
A couple of years ago, my brother installed air conditioners in the house.
Now, my environment is always cool and comfortable no matter the temperature outside.
Yesterday it was 108 degrees outside, whatever I chose inside.
I was comfortable as can be.
Except now my body and habits have become accustomed to my artificial climate.
I can no longer handle the heat when I go outside.
It makes me miserable, weak, and sick, and I flee back to the place where I control the environment.
The strength I had is gone, replaced with dependence on artificial solutions.
I think I’ve found a metaphor here.
It’s my job.
It’s what I do.
For most of our lifetimes, the church has lived out this metaphor in reverse.
We have been conditioned to comfort, to being able to control our environments.
Now, the machine is broken and the heat is on.
We prefer maintaining the machine to becoming accustomed to the heat.
We want to flee inside to artificial climates where the temperature is cool and the air is clean.
That is not the legacy we inherited from our fathers.
We were born for heat and dirt and pain… we were born to work outside.
We were born for “them”.
We need to grow accustomed to the heat…it is our earthly inheritance.
It’s not comfortable, but the machine is broken beyond repair.
Our next home will be cooler.
Make your own application…