In his book Space for God, Don Postema writes of the need for artists to have an awareness of life in every moment that it is lived and to pay attention to what is going on around them. Van Gogh called this “grasping life at its depth.”
Superficiality is a great annoyance to me, and this annoyance has often been a source of unhealthy spiritual pride. It seems difficult to convince others to “grasp life at its depth” and so easy for pride to appear when one feels that he is grasping life this way.
I grasp deeply and fall in pride often. My pride is a hedge around me when I am ridiculed and a weapon I use to keep discomfort at a distance. I rest in my fortress until solitude comes again and then the light work of building up my pride resumes.
The world’s myriad distractions call at every moment of the day. They demand my time in a counterfeit still small voice. This voice asks me to become involved at a surface level in many things and deeply in none.
I am disappointed at how often I answer this call and how easily the enjoyment of surface involvement transmutes into a worthless and thieving obsession. This obsession enslaves and chokes the growth of other, more profitable desires.




