It’d be nice to lead what the world calls a “charmed life”, wouldn’t it? Bills paid and enough for a cappuccino afterward, no breakups or fallouts, no failures, no awkward situations or health troubles? The internet and magazines bombard us with the world’s recipes for better living, and then… well, we look at our own lives and cringe, and try to survive on our spiritual mood enhancers til the next wave of inadequacy hits. What we’re actually doing is confusing joy with happiness, which is pretty much confusing good health with a caffeine buzz.
What if I told you that most of us active, godly people in our 20s and 30s are addicted to stimulants? (And I’m not talking about caffeine.) We have addicted ourselves, not as Stephanas did to ministering to others, but to being happy. Ours is a “perks-based salvation”, a Christianity that relies on blessings to keep it strong.