Our discipleship has to deal with this tension—the tension between the glorious reality we believe in and yearn for and the hard reality we currently live in every day—or else it’s not the real Jesus we’re following. So here we are sitting in the dark. Maybe you and I are sitting across from each other. Maybe I’m discipling you. Maybe you’re discipling me. Or maybe we just found ourselves thrust together in this cave, helping each other untangle wounds from sins like monkeys picking nits from each other’s fur. We need that monolith, man.
