Oh how easy it is to miss the point. To have a cave full of knowledge that ceases to reach the surface. To be secure in the comforts of our daily routines and bask in the predictability we hold on to. We seem to believe our lives are predictable and worth clinging onto as if the crutch's we use have a grip on the ground besides our feet. A lure is named precisely for it's purpose. They come in many different shapes, colors and sizes for each selective catch. Some are shiny, while others are dull. A lure is a lure. Like Judas, we hold our lure in one hand and take communion with the other. We're unassured that we can trust Jesus with both hands in receiving the body and blood of Christ. Believe that Jesus is worth more than the shiny lure that once hooked your hands and continues to float while you troll down the current of your sinking boat.
Lord, keep our minds on things of God and not of man.
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