I Don't Ever Want to Recover!

Recovery. It's an interesting word in my life right now. I'm going to the doctor on Tuesday to have a surgery consult on my foot. I am going to have a tarsal tunnel release. I know, it's sounds like so much fun you all want one now to don't ya!

One of the things that I've been looking at seriously is the recovery time. How long is it going me to get better after they slice my foot open and put it back together?

It looks like right now it's three week without any weight on it and then up to three weeks in a boot and maybe up to a year for a full recovery.

But this post isn't really about my foot. It's about recovery.

I heard a pastor today describe another man as a person who "has never recovered from the cross."

That floored me. It made me realize that in a lot of ways I've fully recovered from my experience with the sacrifice of Jesus. I've been working hard to get reinfected. I think I'm starting to get to the contagious stage again. But it caused me to think really hard about my "recovery." I see it all the time. People who encounter the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross and are just wrecked. And then over time they begin to recover and get back into the old routine and normal habit. And it's at that point when we aren't contagious anymore. We can't infect others with the life change that comes from Jesus.

I don't want to be recovered. I don't want to ever recover for the cross. I want to be wrecked for the rest of my life. Because it's out that the power of Jesus will show through. That His Glory will be brightest because I'm so hopefully about Him and not about me.

So just a thought for tonight. Are you recovered?