The good news? I "passed" the ABSITE. So I am guaranteed another year of a little too much work and not quite enough sleep. Hooray?

The bad news? Grumby is blowing me off, so I have nowhere to go for my vacay. What's an interesting place I can go by myself for a few days? No answers that rhyme with Bincolnshire will be accepted.

During small group yesterday, Anson asked us to recount the last notable sacrifice that we made for the sake of the gospel. It made me realize that we were, for the most part, a generation of Christians that have sought discipleship without cost. Someone in the group mentioned a few weeks ago that there is an epidemic of spritual malaise among Christians in their twenties and thirties. We are too busy trying to establish ourselves in our careers, as husbands/wives/fathers/mothers, even simply as normal members of society, who spend their free time shopping at IKEA or going to plays or any number of things that are not sinful in and of themselves. But when God slides in at four or five on our list of things to do, why are we so surprised by the lack of revival?

"You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Good news and bad news, indeed.