Disciplined Disciple

One thing I've really noticed about myself is my lack of unbreakable priorities. I told myself I'm going to write everyday. I don't. I told myself I'd read everyday. I don't. I told myself that I was going to formally pray every couple of hours. I don't.

Honestly, I don't know why I don't follow through with my priorities. Laziness maybe?

I had a discovery recently. I thought about Jesus' disciples (cue for all of my non-religious friends to stop reading). And then I thought of the Latin origin of the word in disciple: "Disciplina."

disciplina -ae f. [instruction , teaching; training, education]; esp. [military training]. Transf., [results of training, discipline, ordered way of life; that which is taught, learning, body of knowledge, science; a rhetorical or philosophical school or system].

For someone to be a disciple, they have to be disciplined, I discovered. Am I disciplined? I think the obvious answer is no. I'm very undisciplined. I need order. Luckily I have people who keep me in check. My (future) goddaughter especially. They remind me of the things I need to do. But without these people I wonder where I'd be, what I'd be doing, how much trouble I'd be getting into.

But am I alone in this? I doubt it. I think a lot of us, until we reach that level of discipline, struggle becoming disciples. Even Jesus' disciples had trouble being disciplined. They slept when He told them to stay awake. Peter denied Him three times. That's not discipline. But after various reminders, they were disciplined. And they followed and spread His Word across the globe.

So, the message of this blog is to listen to those reminders from the people who keep each and every one of us disciplined. Kill our pride and our desires and listen to those who, believe it or not, can see right from wrong easier than all of this. Thanks to all those who attempt to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Peace.