Last night, I realized that I am unconsciously trying to be a "straight tree" when I am in fact very much a "crooked tree". I have been internalizing criticism and comments and small little words of discouragement. Instead of being proud of the dynamic person God is molding me into, I have inadvertently attempted to straighten things out a bit."Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange." - Kneller, Wristcutters: A Love Story
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The funny thing is that in the eyes of the world in which we live, there is nothing about me that is normal or sensible. The Christian life is countercultural, and many of my decisions to follow Jesus have been countercultural to even cultural Christianity.
So here is to a shift in perspective again; here's to continually "growing strong and growing strange".
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