Father,
My dreams are not wild enough. I am too easily satisfied with the mundane, the moderate, the ordinary. You are a radical Master. You challenge centuries of tradition with greater truth. You would not accept harmony at the price of tolorating evil and injustice. Your love is tough, down-in-the-dirt incarnate, and not entirely pretty. Your love became brokenness, left you eternally scarred. Your truth caused controversy. You showed your power through weakness. Your triumph looked like defeat.
My life is too tame to follow a Master like that. I follow you with moderation, not with wild abandonment. I ask for reasonable requests, perhaps not trusting that you still do the unreasonable and impossible. I love from a distance, still shying away from pain and suffering. You are waiting eagerly, longing jealously, for me to catch the vision. Open my eyes and my heart. Show me what this life was meant to be.
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