I often feel a subtle pressure upon myself to “find a hobby” and I confess that I have spent no small amount of time feeling guilty for not having more hobbies. I feel slightly embarrassed that I don’t have some admirable list of impressive hobbies, all of which I have devotedly poured countless hours (and dollars) into so as to master them.After all, most of the times, when I initially meet someone, the conversation eventually drifts to hobbies: sports, movies, music, video games, TV shows, recreational shopping, golf, fishing, stamp collecting, whatever. I feel… boring, unimpressive, lame; like I just don’t fit in.
While none of those things are bad things, I don’t want to make them into ultimate things. I don’t want them to define me. I have decided that I want to be one-dimensional. I want to be defined by one thing and one thing only: Christ and Him crucified. I want to appear obsessed to those around me. I want to look crazy. I am convinced that the average Christian American is an American first and a Christian somewhere else on their list. I want to be a Christian, nothing else. I want my thinking to be like my Christ’s, not my culture’s. I want my heart to look like my Christ’s, not my culture’s. I want my priority’s to look like my Christ’s, not my culture’s. I want to be free of all the seductive deceptions of this world and wholly devoted to the liberating Truth.
I don’t want to be “well-rounded.” I don’t want to be “balanced.” If we’re honest, aren’t those just nice ways of saying “lukewarm”? I don’t want to be lukewarm. I want to burn out bright, knowing that I have lived my life fully for the glory of my King, my Savior, my Lord. I want to be one-dimensional so that, when I pass from this life to the next, I may hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”