I never thought much about standing until I ran into arthritis. Suddenly, standing for more than twenty minutes means having my knees lock down and not want to move. I used to kneel for hours in a garden; now I was praying to be able to stand long enough to walk through a grocery store.
Eventually it occurred to me that standing involved more than a physical need to move from one place to another. It had a great deal to do with moving at all.
I always thought that being a Christian was something you said you were so people would know you were a good person. It wasn't supposed to require a whole lot of work, and it certainly wouldn't cross the line of sacrifice. Pain was not a concept I considered, hardship not a factor in my walk.
After all, God is a good God, right? He'd never ask me to do anything scary, or difficult, or out of my comfort zone. Right? Turns out I really didn't know much about God at all.
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