... the returns are so small

There are 5 or 6 books on my bookshelf about the Christian life that have done nothing but gather dust for the past 6 to 8 months. Some longer.

One is entitled "Longing to Know".

I haven't longed to know in some time.

The subtitle of another is "Straight Talk About the Power and Defeat of Sin."

I seem to be content in my sin. The rhino's horn is piercing the flesh of my chest and I'm not fighting.

All around my desk are small peices of paper with scripture verses printed on them... Bill Mallonee lyrics and the words from wholesome old hymns.

My heart isn't warmed though ... the sight of these words no longer bring a sense of awe and wonder to my soul. Instead they remind me how cold I am on the inside.

Where is my passion?

Where is my love for the One who gave His blood for a poor, helpless sinner like me?

I want to be a better man than I am.

God help me.