Anyone that knows me knows that my eating habits will never be featured in Fitness Magazine. I prefer chicken nuggets to chickpeas, burgers to broccoli, and soda to spring water. One of the reasons I find fast food so alluring is the convenience of a drive-thru meal. No shopping required. No dishes to wash. While these eating habits are not recommended by any physician and are likely wreaking havoc with my cholesterol, arteries, and blood pressure, even more destructive is my habit of fast-food quiet time.
Lately, I have been treating God like the Jack-in-the-Box drive-through speaker. A side order of "please-help-so-and-so". Throw in a few "I-am-thankful-fors". And as the main entre, hmmm, how about a double order of "I-need". I pull up, pay at the window with a quick prayer, and am off to face the day. Much like fast food, my immediate dietary needs have been met, but the calories are empty and even harmful.
My spiritual needs may feel like they have been met with a drive-thru mediation and Bible study. I get to pat myself on the back and feel good about having had a daily quiet time, but the nutritional value of that time is dismal. There has been no meaningful God connection, no deep reflection on His word, and certainly no spiritual growth. Like a healthy diet, quality time with God takes time and preparation.
When I was working, I could always use the job as an excuse for a McDonalds quiet time. However, I no longer have that excuse. I can no longer blame the boss for having to cut prayer time short. My days are mine to schedule. I need to quit treating God like a clown with a red wig and big red shoes. Time with Him should be a four-course meal, not a burger in a bag.
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