I’m currently reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan. It’s very good, and it’s making me be honest with myself about a few things. This isn’t easy, but it’s good and necessary.
In the book, Chan quotes George Bernard Shaw:
“This is true joy in life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”
I don’t want to be a feverish, selfish little clod. But I know I am sometimes because I totally get that description.
I think the hard part, besides the inertia of our clod-ness, is making sure we’ve found something that we recognize to be a ‘mighty purpose’.
Have you found such a purpose?