Sometimes we have to get away from the noise to remember what really matters. Once a year, I take a solo trip. It's something I've come to look forward to, and quite honestly, something I've come to need. It's my time to unplug, rest, reset, recharge, reflect, and reconnect with myself, with nature, and with God. No schedules demanding my attention, no obligations pulling me in a dozen directions, and no need to be anywhere other than exactly where I am. Just me, my thoughts, and whatever the journey has to offer.
Our walk as believers is not, first and foremost, about joining a church. At salvation, we are joined to Christ. The Church is Christ. The Body is Christ. The Temple is Christ. He is all in all. The measure of Christ's hold on a believer is the measure of glory they will experience and the measure by which they will fulfil their divine purpose and destiny. We are called to minister the life of Christ in all we do—releasing and imparting His life to others. That requires a living, authentic relationship with Him: divine union and communion, grounded in knowing Christ intimately. It is a supernatural connection to His being that enables us to minister His life to others.
I spent many years coaching some of the best tennis players in the world. In that time I watched hundreds of matches from the closest seat in the house, and I can tell you the truth about elite performance that almost nobody talks about. Matches are rarely decided by talent. They are decided in an invisible moment that happens somewhere in the middle of the battle. It is the moment a player stops losing and starts being defeated. Most people think those are the same thing. They are not. The distance between them is the distance between a setback and an ending, and learning to see that distance clearly is one of the most important pieces of inner work a human being can do. Losing is a space we travel through. It is a stretch of road where things do not seem to be going our way. The results are not coming. The momentum belongs to someone else. Nothing we try seems to land.