Wonder

Sometimes I wish I was somewhere else. It's not that I hate my life but there is a massive need for more. I have this deep need to be fulfilled to see the world change to inspire to do what I was created to do.  I find myself dreaming of different scenarios, I write great stories of wonder, excitement, fantasy that never come true.  I find myself crying out to live in my dreams because reality sucks, literally. It sucks the life out of me.  I'm better than this. I realise that's life. Everyone feels this way. Fantasy novels, movies, vampire mania, spiritual books and tv programmes are massive. We need fantasy and wonder from media because we can't generate it in our own lives. I'm writing this on my iPhone, something I'm certain I'll be getting rid of. Technology has made us numb and driven the idea of community and society away from us.  I look back at church history and some of the great revival movements and the main ingredients where truth and wonder. Simple as that. But logic rips apart those ingredients, it creates a mindset where we question and rationalise everything. Christianity becomes a logical liturgy with rules and regulations.  Jesus wasn't logical. In fact he was the opposite. Miracles flew out of Him, compassion changed lives, truth was wired into Him. We try so hard to fit in to society's idea of normal when we're not. Truth and wonder are things we should have that those that don't know Jesus do not. But do we? I need to believe in miracles. I need to believe in truth. In Jesus.