If God seems boring to us, the problem isn’t with Him. It’s with us. He is the blazing center of all beauty, the wellspring of joy, the author of every good story that has ever stirred your soul. So when our hearts yawn in His presence, it’s not because He’s underwhelming, it’s because we’re under-awake. Too hurried to notice. Too numbed to feel. Too entertained to be enthralled. We’ve trained our eyes for pixels, but not for glory. Our ears for noise, but not for the whisper that moves mountains.
To find God boring is to confess that we’ve dulled our senses, not that He’s lost His splendor.
The cure? Not hype. Not guilt. But wonder.
Be still. Behold. Return. Come and see. He is better than you think.
