I've had a lot of time lately so when I am done doing whatever I am doing or reading, I take a break and blog. Yesterday I spent the evening alone after work and was home alone. There is something good and almost cathartic in solitude.
There are no noises. No doors opening, no dishes being washed, no feet shuffling about, no talking, just nothing. Quietness is a catalyst for thinking. And my mind goes and goes and then gets lost in the fields of nothingness and I must reel it back to some substance. But it's so easy to open itunes and put on the music, or maybe the TV, or something to just make me feel not so alone. And then I find that this time alone is a gift, a gift from God to clear out the rubbish and the noise of my life that has been singing its track in my head for far too long.
It's hard to just think sometimes. Paul exhorts believers to be mature in their thinking and to be as innocent as babes in evil. It's a mental workout for me to just sit and think, but I'm starting and practicing.
I am reading a difficult book for my mind to digest, called The Justification of God by John Piper. It takes me a long time to think through what he says and the arguments he makes. Although it is hard to read it is very refreshing and much needed. Sometimes I think that I know a lot about the Bible or God and in my pride I get knocked down so hard when I try to read a book like this. Each time I read it I realize how little I know God. It is a great thing to be put back in your place, a great thing to feel inferior, a great thing to feel like a needy, dependent beggar holding out my hand for just a crumb of glories of God in the face of Christ.
