He's covered in bruises and scratches, and you can see tears edging in the corners of his eyes. His pants are ripped and torn, and there's a bright blue dinosaur Band-Aid on both elbows. He grips the handlebars of his bane, the little red bicycle, and grits his teeth once more. He's tried a hundred times and, yet, the bike refuses to submit. He's fallen more times than he can remember, and he feels like giving up, but the image of him riding free, without the nullifying deterrants of gravity to pull him down, is the sole prize that keeps him going. So, with every bit of determination he has left, the knight once more mounts the dragon.
For some reason, human beings have decided to classify the sensations that they experience in one of two categories: pain or pleasure. We've decided that pleasure is good, and that we should pursue it, but we've decided that pain is bad, and should be avoided. As a result, we often don't even begin to pursue something that may give us the one because of the possibility of the presence of the other. So, we don't do anything at all. Or maybe, I should say, we don't do anything well. We become half-hearted about everything we do; even the things that bring us pleasure. We decide that, because something will be uncomfortable, we will not give it everything we have. Sure, we might get our feet wet, but that's about as far as we go. I believe God, however, has a different point of view. In Colossians 3:23, we are told "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters." We were never called to do things with a half-hearted will. God doesn't want folks who will get their feet wet for Him; He wants those who are willing to dive in. We are called to do everything well, and to do it with passion, because we are working for the Lord. So, whatever you do, whether it's carpentry or calculus, do it with passion, and do it well. Let's dust off ourselves, grab the handlebars, and give it all that we have. After all, even dragons must be tamed.