Yesterday morning, as I sat on the brick patio in Arrowhead, the body of Christ known as TFB worshiped. They sang songs, gave money, and heard the word taught. Some left the gathering place realigned. Others just left. What makes the difference?
I daresay, intention is some of it--maybe most. We can chalk up our stagnation to circumstances, distractions, opposition, and a host of more creative excuses, but the truth is, none of these truly hinders our submission to and love for God. This does not mean these are not real and sometimes significant; it simply means that choice determines how we interpret our perspective.