Months ago, I came across the phrase "temple broke" in Brennan Manning's The Furious Longing of God. He didn't elaborate on it, but it left me thinking about it. What does being "temple broke" mean exactly? Is it like the bear in Open Season who was so comfortable being a family pet that he didn't want to leave the garage and live in the wild he was created for? Have we been domesticated? Have we been broken like a wild animal? We have learned to live so that people think we are tame and will want to be like us. Safe. Easy. No work involved. You won't find poop on the pew here. Say the right things and do the right things. Never mind that our hearts are black. We look good. Jesus said that the Pharisees were like the white-washed tombs. They appeared to be beautiful on the outside, but on the inside are full of dead men's bones.
I don't know about you, but I don't want to appear beautiful anymore. I want to be a part of something that brings deep, unadulterated pleasure to the heart of God. I want to be a part of something that isn't focused on what we look like, but longs to bless God.
What are you on pilgrimage toward?