Living For The Weekends

When I was recently thinking about what the next few weeks of my life are going to look like, I realized something I  never had before. I'm living for the weekends. And I'm not living for them in the sense that I just don't like schoolwork and I want to go out and have fun for a few days...although that is a bonus. I realized something a little more important than that. 

My faith has been living for the weekends. 

Physically I've been going to daily mass, spending time in prayer, and being around people/going to events that can help shape my faith. I am there, baby! Physically present as ever. But spiritually? You couldn't find me with the best tracking equipment on the planet. I have been absent...completely, totally, awfully absent for the majority of the past few weeks. Occasionally I take time to really pray, really reflect, really care about others. But for the most part I keep my faith buried under walls of solid steel while making sure that I act out the motions flawlessly. But really...what good does that do anyone? Goodness knows it doesn't glorify God, and my selfish attitude sure as heck isn't bringing anyone else along for the ride. 

There is no right time to follow Christ. We either commit or we don't; we go all in or we don't bother going at all. Allow yourself to be present with others, present with yourself, present with Christ.

There is no room for a "weekend only" Christian.