A little more about the process by which God transforms us.
About 4 months into the Race I was a little frustrated. It seemed that every time I had come close to a moment of selfless catharsis (or whatever), I would squirm my way out of the dissonance, raise up my defense mechanisms, and go numb again. How irritating.
In response the Lord gave me a vivid picture of a hammer trying to pound in a nail. The Spirit’s trying to drive us into the wood, but so often we bend and kink up — that’s our brokenness and fear. But God’s so patient and gentle, he gingerly straightens us out until we’re ready to be sunk in a little deeper.
And throughout my year overseas, I had almost no moments of outright “wrecking.” Most of the heart adjustments were so subtle that I didn’t notice the trend unfolding until the end. In the final week of the Race, in Costa Rica, one morning we interceded for the young men of our village and . . . I just cried. I was overcome with the Lord’s heart for them. I was surprised at the emotion and passion he’d put in me. I had been gingerly straightened throughout the year, and in this moment, I was driven deeper into the wood.
So the question begs: what’s the hammer and nail building? Maybe it’s your cross.