pda
you what pda is, don't you? pda stands for public displays of affection. i don't mind it all that much, except when it's nauseating and you're trying to get work done. like just a second ago. i'm sitting here at starbucks trying to finish the message for sunday, and there's this couple outside the window. no big deal, right? except they started making out. yep. she sits in his lap and they start kissing. not the pecking, but the really into kind. alright, now you're grossing out just like me. i probably wouldn't mind it normally, but the only thing protecting me from saliva is the window separating us. i've officiated a zillion weddings with no glass, but never felt as awkward as this. but it got me thinking!
my ear buds are in and i'm listening to "our God reigns" by chris tomlin. it's ridiculous. goose bumps. eyes closed. almost teary b/c i'm preaching the parable of the prodigal son this week. i realized that in that moment, i was affectionate towards God. it's a display as i fold my hands, close my eyes, have hairs standing on my arms and neck, bob the head, pound the feet into the ground, and mouth the words to "our God reigns. our God reigns. forever Your kingdom reigns." and, oh yeh, it's in public. what if? just, what if we lived our lives constantly, publically, displaying our affection for Jesus Christ in a way that the world around us takes notice. they see it and they want it. they're not disgusted by it, but want something like that too.
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