I subscribe to several different newsletters. Some come daily, some weekly, some randomly. Often I just scan the contents. Sometimes I read every line. Occasionally there is something that catches my attention. Today, I was scanning Tim Feriss’ newsletter which is largely (and appropriately), a driver to his blog and other websites. Here’s the gem I found:
“Lazy breakfast I’m revisiting —
Amy’s Black Bean Chili (there were some links here in the original). This chili (plus 1–2 soft-boiled eggs) has returned as my default low-labor breakfast. I eat it straight out of the can because I’m still feral.”
…because I’m still feral.
As an explanation, does it get any better than that? Feral as in wild, untamed, wily, wary, easily startled, and prone to bolting, hissing, and biting. Why did you (fill in the blank)? Because I’m still feral.
The phrase implies there has been some attempt at taming or civilizing. Some attempt at getting the feral one to trust, to obey, to live inside and use a napkin. And the bathroom.
In so many ways, I’m still feral especially when it comes to my relationship with God. I want to trust His provision and His discipline. I want to believe He loves me and has my best at heart, that He is for me, with me and in me. I want to take up residence in the room in my Father’s house that Jesus is preparing for me.
But the world screams that I should live in fear and anger, that something somewhere is gaining ground on me. It calls me to look away from Jesus, to stop paying attention vertically and focus on the horizontal.
So I’m still feral in too many ways. But I’m getting better…
Just Sayin' 