Breaking patterns of misery
David Burchett David Burchett's weblog
- 2006 Aug 22
This summer has been miserable in North Texas. August in Texas is our payback for mocking our Northern friends during February.
The culprit for our miserable summer has been a high pressure dome that has camped over Texas since June. I am not a meteorologist, I don’t play one on TV, and I did not stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night but here is what I understand about this phenomenon. This high pressure dome just sits there defiantly (okay…it may not have personality but it sure seems vengeful) and whenever a cooling front or storm approaches those cooling temps bounce off and are sent to a less deserving state. Every night I watch the weather with naive hope. I observe these fronts floating toward Texas from Canada and bringing the hope of tantalizingly cooler air only to see this high pressure dome reject that relief. And we stay miserable. Texans (and adopted Texans) know that eventually this dome will be broken up and cooler weather will arrive. But that may require a tropical disturbance to change the pattern.
How does this relate to a follower of Jesus? One of things that God is teaching me is that I allow similar spiritual “high pressure domes” to settle over areas of my life. The “high pressure dome” of pride forces a gentle front of humility and reconciliation to bounce tragically away. The net result is the same. I stay miserable. It takes courage, maybe a little Holy Spirit disturbance, or perhaps a life storm to break up the high pressure dome that blocks the arrival of spiritual change. I find it fascinating that I desperately hope the weather high pressure dome will go away so I will not be physically miserable yet I ignore the stubborn spiritual patterns that make me even more miserable. I am indeed a fallen creature. I pray that I will stop allowing domes of sin to settle over my spiritual life patterns. I pray that I will break up any hindrance that blocks the refreshing of the Holy Spirit.
And just to make sure my fellow Texans are clear…I would rent out Hell and live in Texas. Even in August.