The Irony of Faith.

I realized something profound today, if you could call it that.

As Christians, many times our faith is ironic. Life is a beautiful field of flowers skipping merrily with our vending machine God. It’s like we pull a trigger and see what we get. We’re happy with our low, materialistic lifestyle.

God is constantly in pursuit. Of me. Of you. All of us. And yet the only times we pursue God is when we want God to be our cosmic vending machine.

The truth?

There is nothing about you and I that would logically make sense for God to pursue us. Nothing. And yet, He does.

That’s that irony.

A beautiful irony.