At times, we are conscious of receiving God\u2019s attentions; we feel the light of his inspiration shining upon us, and we delight to do his will. But when he begins to use us in ways we don\u2019t like, putting us to work at tasks that seem lowly or unimportant, we take on a pathetic attitude. We begin to talk about trials and difficulties, not understanding that God wants us to do our duty in obscurity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
None of us would work in spiritual obscurity if we had the choice. We\u2019d prefer to be illuminated saints, with gilded haloes shining about our heads, on display for all to see. But gilt-edged saints are no good. They are unfit for daily life and completely unlike God. We are men and women, not half-fledged angels. We are here to do the work of the world, and to do it with an infinitely greater power of endurance than those who haven\u2019t been born from above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can we do our duty when God has shut up heaven? If we\u2019re always trying to recapture rare moments of inspiration, it\u2019s a sign that it isn\u2019t really God we\u2019re after. Instead, we\u2019re making a fetish of a feeling, insisting that God deliver that feeling to us again and again. How many of us simply refuse to do anything until God inspires us? He never will\u2014not until we take action. God wants us to walk by faith. He wants us to get up on our own, without the touch of his inspiration. When we do, we have the surprising revelation that God was there all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never live for the rare moments. They are God\u2019s surprises. God will give us the touch of inspiration when he sees we aren\u2019t in danger of being led astray by it. We must never make moments of inspiration the standard for our lives. Our standard is our duty.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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