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I don't want a darkened heart.

Romans 1:21
"For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened."

Wow.  I do not want that. 
For a while I was sort of under the impression that as long as I knew God, I would be ok. But I've got my part to do.  He didn't call me to honor Him as God and give thanks to Him for nothing.

It scares me that it is possible to know God but become futile in thinking with a darkened, foolish heart.  Stuff just got real when the truth hits me that we humans can taste the goodness of God and then still turn away.  At the same time it's beautiful because God doesn't force us to love Him.  Because of this though, God allows our hearts to be darkened if that's what we choose.  I do not want a dark heart.  Gross.

He has given me the option and I can take it or leave it.  To leave it though would mean a great deal of unpleasant things for me, not the least of which is a darkened heart.
It is possible to be lukewarm, at least for a while.  That implies that at one point, you were hot and are now on your way to being cold or never even got hot to begin with.  But I think even a person very limited in Spiritual knowledge has heard what God has said about people being lukewarm: He will spit them out of His mouth. 
Nobody wants to put something back in their mouth after they've spit it out.  I'm not saying that once God has spit you out there isn't hope or whatever, but let's not find out the hard way.
Today I'm just musing on this verse that the Lord put on my mind.  Sometimes, there's a time to talk about the straight up truth, no matter how unpleasant it may sound.  I can choose to be offended by this verse, or I can choose to take heed from it (same with every other verse from the Bible).  I pray that you and I will both choose the latter; to honor God as God and give thanks to Him.  After all, we have every reason to.

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