The Land of Sour

The Land of Sour
by Jason Cruise

The power of my attitude is the baseline for virtually everything I encounter. 
 
The problem, at least for me anyway, is that at times my attitude can go south of the border so fast that
it takes a hefty charge of power from God's spirit to generate the current
necessary to bring me back into my native land where His peace and joy reside. 
 
I hate myself when I find that I'm living, even if for a solitary hour, in the Land of Sour. I hate myself for allowing my mind to go there and dwell. I hate myself for allowing
someone or something to own my emotions. No person, no object, nor any situation should ever be
given permission to own my emotions. Only God should own the title to the
property of my attitude, yet I fail on this front more times than I care to admit. 

It seems to me that more often than not, when my attitude goes sour, it is my witness for Christ that takes the lethal blow in the eyes of my fellow man. It is a painful thing to realize that you've set the
clock back in terms of relating well with those who are without Christ.

"Make your own attitude that of Christ Jesus." Philippians 2:5

Sometimes a man's attitude fails him because he's trying to control a situation instead of trusting the sovereignty of God to work things out in His time. Then there are times your attitude is pathetic simply because you let that someone or that some thing penetrate the heart and bend the will toward the direction of disdain. 

The Land of Sour, regardless of how one may arrive there, is no place to live for those who are resident aliens of Heaven living on this side of the river. We do not have to wait for that distant day when we are to cross that final stream in order to experience the joy of Jesus available for the here and the now. 

 

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