journal entry: 7/29/09
Date: 7/29/09
Location: laundry mat, Evart, MI
Time: 11:15am
I sit here and wait for my clothes to be cleaned. I watch the garments being thrown around violently. I believe that the more torturing the process, the more clean they’ll be. But this new found cleanliness is fleeting – for soon they’ll end up back in the metal box.
Why is my life so similar to that of clothes? I do my own thing – get dirty – become undesirable and despicable. Then somehow, I find my way (or it finds me) back into a violent cleaning/refining process. Strangely, I sometimes desire to cling to my filth – rest in my complacency. I want more to life for – but I don’t want the restrictions that come with it.
Wandering in a paradigm: freedom in Christ and freedom from Christ.
