I heard this poem over the weekend and while it’s sort of humorous, it is dead on. In our world of instant gratification, it is so easy to want God to fill a checklist or fit into a small box. I’m thankful He does not comply.
I would like to buy three dollars worth of God, please.
Not enough or explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
But just enough to equal a cup of warm milk, or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man, or pick beets with a migrant worker.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy three pounds of God, please.