it doesn't interest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. Is it God?

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for God's love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive with the Holy Spirit.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals and grown stronger in Christ for it or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with the Holy Spirit joy, if you can dance with wildness and let the Holy Spirit ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful.
I want to know if you can bear the accusation of betrayal for God's name and not betray your faith; if you can remain faithful.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, just as God see's beauty in everything.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to God, "Thank you!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children and still raise your hands in praise of God.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me in the name of God and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. Is it God?

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments...God does!