Several months ago I saw a magnet in an Orlando souvenir shop. It read: Comfort the disturbed. Disturb the comfortable.
I loved it. I even believe it's part of my personal mission. [This isn't the first time I've talked about it.] A couple of years ago, I prayed a prayer very close to this magnet mantra and I've been uncomfortable ever since. [It was a dangerous prayer.] But, I think being uncomfortable is a very good place to be.
When I am uncomfortable...
- I'm intentional; not casual.
- I'm confident in God; not me.
- I'm hungry to learn; not content where I am.
- I'm making decisions on purpose; not by accident.
- Life's a little bit harder; not a little bit easier.
- My faith is a little bit bigger; not a little bit smaller.
- I think a little more about others; not a little more about me.
Last week at MinistryCOM, I was in an uncomfortable place. Caught between responsibility and fear... between confidence and insecurity...between humility and pride...between anonymity and recognition. Delivering a general session to a few hundred people is outside of my comfort zone. And, so was the overwhelming encouragement I received from people on my team and people I didn't even know.
This morning, I read a post all about discomfort. Ooooh. It's good. Confession time: I usually blow through the guest posts over at Swerve; barely even qualifying as a browse. Today, Scott Rodgers stopped my speed surfing right in its wake. And, he's talked about discomfort before.
I like uncomfortable people. They help me grow. I don't like comfortable people. They have the tendency to be annoying. Go ahead. You can quote me.