In studying for tonight’s Bible study I came across this poem, with thoughts from Bill Hybels:
I would like to buy three dollars worth of God, please.
Not enough or explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
But just enough to equal a cup of warm milk, or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man, or pick beets with a migrant worker.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy three pounds of God, please.
“Reese writes these words tongue-in-cheek, but his point comes through loud and clear. There are times in all of our lives then we want just “three pounds of God.” Who doesn’t prefer ecstasy and euphoria to commitment and self-sacrifice? Who doesn’t want peace like a river rather than the rapids and white water of following Christ no matter what the cost? Most of us would tend toward the security and the warmth of the womb rather than a cataclysmic rebirth.”