On Treadmills

Today at work i had the distinct responsibility to deliver a note to north campus. as i was walking around north campus on my way out i saw several kids running on treadmills.

just so we're clear on what treadmills are here is a brief discription.
they allow you to run and excersise indoors, on a conveyor belt type thing.
very useful for stay at home moms.

but i just noticed these people running on these devices, and the sad thought dawned on me, these people are just running and running and running and running...but never really going anywhere. and i think that is how our lifes and or relationships are. not just with christ, but also with boyfriends, or girlfriends. we have this idea that we are doing things good, and accomplishing so much but we may never really be moving, or going anywhere.

we can appear to be in amazing shape, and to have all these great stories about the lord but have never really done anything but run in place. i like to call this conveyor belt christianity. we go solely on emotions to emotions...and we feel like we are doing so good, we dont break rules that the world has set up as standard. and we dont live by what the bible truly says. we dont live by faith. we dont let the bible be our standard. we just run in place on our convenient conveyor christianity with the worlds rules for our lives. i often wonder if jesus really cares if i listen to punk rock music. i often wonder if he minds the pixies, or the shins. anyone?

the point being today i realized that i had been going, and going, and going...but not going anywhere. this is not just in christ, but in everything i do. my relationship with someone wonderful*, my friendship with evan, and derek, the way i talk and treat my mother and father and brothers. it's all so flippantly based on this conveyor belt idea of running, and running, and serving and serving without ever having to actually do anything.

here's to treadmills and the death of me.

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