Don't spit me out

I should be writing you all an exciting update about my time in India. Please know that I am in the midst of conjuring up a good blog for that. It is hard for me to try to compact all my thoughts from two powerful months into one short piece. I did, today, look through an array of pictures from the trip and my heart was overcomed with sadness. I promise I’ll get something up soon.

Onto today. I woke up at an early 6:30am. I had a pretty mediocre quiet time; it definitely could have been deeper. I then had a shower. Now, I am staying at a nice retreat center for a conference this week. The rooms are hotel-like. One would think that they would have endless hot water. But I guess this one was wrong. It’s a bit chilly here so the anticipation of having a hot shower was exciting. The shower came on. Ugh. That’s cold. I turn the cold water down a little. Still cold. I turn the cold water completely off. Lukewarm. Blah. It felt weird. I wanted to get out, but my greasy locks were screaming for some attention. My body shivered, but not like it did when I took those ice cold showers in Bangalore. It just quivered a little. Lukewarm equals gross. It was then that I understood the scripture in Revelations where it says-

 ⁵I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!¹⁶So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.¹⁷You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.

Why would I want to be like that? Why would I want to be half there? It’s like coffee- its great hot, its great cold, but when it’s at that stage of in-between, it’s disgusting. At the end of my life, whenever that may be, I want God to look at me and say I was either hot or cold… not lukewarm.