Passion

It is strange how I can set my alarm for 3am, and spring joyfully out of bed when it calls me - to get up and watch a football match. Hull City against Liverpool, a meaningless encounter as we are relegated regardless of the result - but a final opportunity to give one of the big boys a "bloody nose."
I find rising at 3am to pray more difficult - or I would if ever I tried. A chance to talk one-to-one with the creator of the universe - now that is pretty cool, but for some reason my passion levels remain low when it comes to praying. Maybe if Jesus pulled on the number nine shirt for Hull City I'd be more enthusiastic about talking to him.
I guess the point is - thank God - that Jesus is passionate about me, he is up at 3am waiting eagerly to chat. If I can bother to turn up.