Re-Run

As I was looking for an old post I ran across this poem and it struck me again nearly as much as it did the first time. It was certainly worth posting a re-run.

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milkor a snooze in the sunshine.

I don't want enough of God to make me love a black man
or pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.

I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
~
Wilbur Rees
~
Wow. I haven't quite put into thought just how that reveals my life yet. I like to think I am living somehow radically for God, but the reality is that I usually want just enough to be comfortable, too. Whatever excuses I make for it, they're still just excuses.

May God make me bold enough to step out of my comfort zone and want more than just $3 worth; enough to explode my soul and disturb my sleep.