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It’s not the cleanliness of a person’s hands that reaches the heart of Jesus. But the desperation of the soul that reaches. It’s not the strength of the hand that stretches out, but the expectation of the person who stretches it.
It might not come as a surprise to learn that I’m fairly driven. I set goals and relentlessly pursue them until they’re accomplished. It’s how I’ve always been—even as a kid, I took pride in my focused discipline when it came to sports and video games. As I grew older, it propelled me to reach my most unlikely dreams, even after countless rejections and failures.
By and large, this quality has benefited me throughout my life. When it comes to faith, though, my type-A personality hasn’t always worked itself out in a healthy way.
“What is a dog?”
That’s the title to a funny little description which begins like this: “Dogs lie around all day, sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house. They constantly scratch themselves. They can hear a package of food being opened half-a-block away but don’t hear you when you’re in the same room.”
After several more lines it concludes: “Dogs are tiny men in fur coats.” Like dogs, most of us practice the art of selective listening.
One of the most memorable learning experiences of my life occurred when Professor Howard Hendricks required all of his students, including me, to come up with 25 observations from Acts 1:8. As a first year seminary student the assignment seemed impossible. After all, how much can be seen in a single verse? Yet, after hours of work, I returned to class with a smile.
I’m a fan of New Year’s resolutions. I realize most resolutions are made only to be broken. You could prove the point by visiting any gym anywhere in the world during the first week of January. And then visit that gym a month later.
I discovered this truth decades ago when I first started working out on a regular basis. I was stunned the first week of January when I had to stand in line to get a dumb bell or sit on the leg curl bench or step on the treadmill. The place was jammed with people I had never seen.