I have this thing about my driveway. One of my annual rituals, if you will, is to borrow a pressure washer. (I don’t own a pressure washer, because I think that pressure washers are like hot tubs, boats, and RVs; it’s actually better if you know a friend that has one and will loan it to you. Am I right? All the thrills with none of the bills – that’s what I like to say.) So I borrowed a pressure washer from a friend, and I started washing my driveway. After about a half hour, I just didn’t feel like I was making the progress that I should’ve been making. But, like any, you know, confident, possibly, slightly hard-headed man, I just kept doing the same thing expecting different results.
I just pressure washed and pressure washed, and pretty soon I tried a different tip on the pressure washer, and pretty soon, I might as well have been scraping the dirt off of the driveway with the tip of the wand, because it just wasn’t getting anywhere. Finally, after a couple hours, I call my friend from whom I had borrowed the pressure washer, and I said, “Dude, I’ve been using your pressure washer, and this is the sissiest pressure washer I’ve ever used in my life. I expected more from you.” And he said, “Well, when you started it, did you do the thing?” I said, “Yeah, of course I did the thing.” And then he said, “Well, after it started, did you do the other thing?” And I said, “What you talking about?” I knew the first thing, but the other thing was a thing that I had no familiarity with; do you understand what I’m saying?So I said, “Let me call you back,” and hung up the phone.
So I did the thing, I started it, and then I did the other thing. And then when I did the other thing, lo and behold, just pounds and pounds of beautiful PSI came surging out of this pressure washer. And all of a sudden I went from like Pee Wee Herman pressure washing to Arnold Schwarzenegger pressure washing. I spent two hours getting nothing done, and then I spent an hour and a half getting the whole thing done.
There are many Christians today that are coming to church, and reading their Bibles, and doing the Christian life. And inside, they know that there is something more, that there is something that God has invited them to be a part of that’s amazing but because they have missed part of the story.