Distract: "to draw away or divert, as the mind or attention; to provide a pleasant diversion for; amuse; entertain."
Everyone's watched the scene in the movie where the guy catches sight of the woman he loves and he's suddenly so befuddled that he walks into a tree or falls into a lake. Her beauty has captured him. For a moment, there's no one in the world besides her. For a moment, his universe is perfect and glowing and full of music. She has driven him to distraction.
In the summer of '05, I wrote the following:
"If it's possible to drive You to distraction, then let me be the one to turn Your eyes from the strife of the earth." (I've been journaling since I was eleven, so I'll no doubt be quoting old entries from time to time.)
I know that, ultimately, God is more than able to give His full attention to every detail of the entire universe simultaneously, and so He can't literally be driven to distraction. But if on some infinitesimal level it's possible to turn His gaze away from the devastation, depravity, and troubles of the world, I want to do just that.
I have no doubt that some would accuse me of attributing too many untamed emotions to the Lord, and I stand guilty as charged. The Jesus I know is the one who overthrew tables in the holiest of places, who plunged into hell for three days to rescue the lost, who gathered children into His arms, and who creates thunder and fire and wind. The way that He feels about me and you is off the scale. Because of this, we can move Him. Through our worship, we can touch His heart, give Him joy, perhaps even give Him rest.
Everyone's watched the scene in the movie where the guy catches sight of the woman he loves and he's suddenly so befuddled that he walks into a tree or falls into a lake. Her beauty has captured him. For a moment, there's no one in the world besides her. For a moment, his universe is perfect and glowing and full of music. She has driven him to distraction.
In the summer of '05, I wrote the following:
"If it's possible to drive You to distraction, then let me be the one to turn Your eyes from the strife of the earth." (I've been journaling since I was eleven, so I'll no doubt be quoting old entries from time to time.)
I know that, ultimately, God is more than able to give His full attention to every detail of the entire universe simultaneously, and so He can't literally be driven to distraction. But if on some infinitesimal level it's possible to turn His gaze away from the devastation, depravity, and troubles of the world, I want to do just that.
I have no doubt that some would accuse me of attributing too many untamed emotions to the Lord, and I stand guilty as charged. The Jesus I know is the one who overthrew tables in the holiest of places, who plunged into hell for three days to rescue the lost, who gathered children into His arms, and who creates thunder and fire and wind. The way that He feels about me and you is off the scale. Because of this, we can move Him. Through our worship, we can touch His heart, give Him joy, perhaps even give Him rest. 
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