halfway

on the machine: that’s technical for running machine! I start with good intentions and often don’t complete! I sometimes only make it half-way or less.

If the place called Ur represented all that was familiar and comfortable in Abraham’s life, Haran represented the place of compromise. It was six hundred miles from Ur but still approximately two hundred miles from the outskirts of Canaan. It was the place where Abraham tried to do things God’s way — and also his way. The place where he tried to force what he wanted and what God wanted into some sort of synchronized plan.

And it just didn’t work. Compromising with God never does.

What is your place of compromise?

Did you start out on a journey of authentic faith, then stop halfway because of the demands of your job? or relationship? or situation? or the opinions of those you love or want to impress? Are you living in Haran, halfway to real discipleship? Halfway to a vibrant, personal relationship with God? Halfway to the fullness of all He wants to give you?

I can usually fault the recently-scuffed banana or just having got out of bed too fast for the morning treadmill, but as for the rest I have no answer. Don’t just journey halfway…