I’m uncomfortable

I’ve heard of people leaving their church in recent times because they are “uncomfortable.” I understand. I’m uncomfortable too.

I’m uncomfortable. Since following Jesus I’ve been very uncomfortable. I haven’t had a day in which I have been comfortable actually. And it’s getting worse. Every day I am more and more uncomfortable.

I’m uncomfortable with the level of homelessness we have in the wealthiest nation in history.

I’m uncomfortable with child hunger.

I’m uncomfortable with tearing families apart.

I’m uncomfortable with the mistrust that exists in our nation.

I’m uncomfortable with the brokenness that exists.

I’m uncomfortable with how our stewardship of God’s creation is.

I’m uncomfortable that we listen to the god of money to make decisions, and that our first concern is the economy and not the welfare of the population.

I’m uncomfortable that we have been in a near constant state of war for most of our nation’s history.

I’m uncomfortable we have adopted the belief that the ends justify the means.

I’m uncomfortable that the truth and seeking truth doesn’t seem to matter that much.