There's something profoundly unsettling about how easy evil is. There is a glossary of evil in Mark 7: 14-23 —immorality, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance, folly —these aren't achievements. They're defaults. These are the lowest forms of desires. It is cheap. You don't have to work for it. You just sit lazy and idle somewhere, and these thoughts, desires, and feelings overtake us. They require no training, no discipline, and no journey. These vices demand nothing of us except that we stop resisting, stop climbing, stop reaching. They are gravity pulling us downward into our smallest, pettiest selves. We at times even rationalise and justify them, as they are human; as if our humanity were defined by its worst impulses rather than its highest possibilities. Calling something natural doesn't make it noble. Now consider the Queen of Sheba ( 1 Kings 10:1-10 )—a woman who traveled over a thousand miles through desert and danger to sit at the ...
We all live uneventful ordinary lives; and this perfectly okay. We navigate our days through familiar rhythms—commutes to work, does daily responsibilities, and are happy with the comforting predictability of routine. Jesus spent decades in Nazareth as a carpenter's son. Peter, Andrew, James, and John rose each morning to mend their nets and cast them into the Sea of Galilee, as fishermen had done for generations. There is profound beauty in the ordinary, in lives woven from the threads of daily work and quiet faithfulness. Yet here lies the essential paradox of Christian existence: as one must be simultaneously rooted in the ordinary be also must be perpetually prepared to abandon it. The day those Galilean fishermen encountered Jesus marked not merely a career change but a fundamental reorientation of their lives (Matthew 4: 12-23). They returned home that evening not as fishermen but as fishers of people—to the bewilderment, perhaps even embarrassment, of their families and co...