Coldness

For those of you up north who are dealing with snow storms, I will make a confession. I have acclimatized to the weather down here. Or in other words, I'm a wimp when it comes to dropping temperatures. 

I woke up this morning, half in my sleeping bag, and half frozen. I lay there for a long time, not wanting to move lest I let some of my precious body heat escape. I finally came to my senses enough to realize that if I didn't move, my situation would just continue to worsen, and I would get colder and colder until I'd eventually get up anyway or succumb to the cold and freeze to death (I've heard that when you freeze to death, when you get to the end, you don't even realize you're cold). Listening to reason, I sat up, jumped out of bed, and immediately started doing jumping jacks, which transitioned into high stepping, sit-ups, and finally push ups. I'm not normally this ambitious in the mornings, in fact, I haven't done exercises in the morning for months now, but once I was through with them, I was warmed up and ready to face the day. 

Now, if I think of this scenario in a different light, I see it's the same way in my relationship with God. If I just lie immobile, without making any effort to practice what I believe, I will get colder and colder (less and less responsive) until I don't even realize what state I am in. If I want my situation to keep from worsening, I need to jump out of my immobility and start exercising my faith and faithfulness.

Now, just to keep this all in perspective, I just checked the temperature outside, and it's only 2*C out there, still WAY above freezing :)