I'd rather be a fool

When we focus more on knowledge of God than on just loving God, we lose him.
We lose him in between the pages of theology textbooks.
We lose him behind the stacks of new-wave Christian writers.
We lose him in the endless debates about which denomination is more correct than the other.
We lose him in the ponderings over which translation of the Bible is more historically accurate.
We lose him in the pride that comes with being able to spit out Bible verses like they are the A B C's.

We find him in the times when we notice how three different coloured leaves have landed symetrically next to each other on an abandoned tire.

We find him when we look into the eyes of another and somehow know what they are thinking.

We find him in the moments that we desire to give physical affection to another person so badly we feel pained when we must let go of them.

We find him when the sunset seems so beautiful tears sting our eyes, and the pain reminds us that we haven't cried in a long time, and we wonder how it is that a tear is not shed daily for the glory of the Lord.

We find God in love.

I would rather be a foolish girl,

dancing in the streets, wrestling with a 5 year old, running through the streets in a rainstorm, showering under a drainpipe, wearing half a moustache, admiring people on the bus, putting flowers in my hair, hugging and laughing and biting..

than have all the knowledge of Christianity the world can offer.