Sometimes I marvel at the volume of useless activity and conversation that I both witness and partake in. Not brazenly or openly sinful, but just plain empty.
Can I pray that, by grace, every thought, every word, every choice would begin to bear the weight of glory? That there would, over time, be nothing idle, silly, or futile in my ways, but that everything would somehow point to the glory of God, revealed in Christ?
Certainly I can. I may never arrive at that place, here, in this age, but I can get closer, I think.
