Have you ever poured your life into a project you were so sure was of God only to find out that it was a hollow man of your own making?
It may even take on a life of its own, but your creation has no lasting purpose. I have. In fact, more times than I care to admit.
I’ve deceived myself into thinking that the Lord actually inspired me to construct the hollow man. In doing so, an empty promise corrupted my soul.
It’s difficult to face our hollow man. Those black holes where eye sockets should be only reveal a lifeless form.
Even more painful than the discovery that your sweet dream is merely ambition is the process of destroying your hollow man.
First, you have to acknowledge the haunting realization that you’ve poured years of hard work into something that will never satisfy your soul.
I don’t know about you, but I’m certain that casting my hollow man into the fire of God’s purifying love is the only way to remain open to true life-giving pursuits.