Wearied for What...or Whom?

What excites you? For what are you willing to exhaust yourself? Sports? Entertainment? Shopping? Work? Vacation? Family? Friends?

Lately I've been reading the book of Isaiah. Every time I read chapter 43, I'm struck by verses 20 through 25.

In this passage, God points out that the wild animals praise Him because He provides for them. He contrasts this with His people, who He also provides for their daily needs, yet they ignore Him.

I have not burdened you with grain offerings

nor wearied you with demands for incense. (v. 23b)

But you have burdened Me with your sins
and wearied Me with your offenses.(v. 24b)

This passage is one of many in the Old Testament in which Yahweh "wears His heart on His sleeve." Can't you see it?

It's like a wife's question of "how do I look?" when she really means, "do you still find me attractive?" or, more to the point, "do you still love me best?"

Yahweh's heart has never been in laws or demanding obedience. He longs for us to obey out of love (which is true love).

One of the scariest things about Christianity is that it isn't based on a list of dos and don'ts (as we have previously looked at), but it is built on Christ.

If His Spirit lives inside of you, you will want to spend time with Him. As you spend time with Him, you will love Him with a greater fervor. As your love increases, you will do and delight in doing what you know brings a smile to His face. And, as you obey, your character looks increasingly like its Creator.

Spiritual life, like all other aspects of life and leadership, requires a rigorous commitment to learning and growing. When we stop growing, our momentum quickly fades, and we start the process of atrophy. . . . Soaking up sustenance never stops, and even in times of drought, we find sources of strength if we've gone deep enough. ~Zig Ziglar (The One Year Daily Insights with Zig Ziglar and Dr. Ike Reighard)

When I read of the lives of personal heroes such as Oswald Chambers, read how his life burnt out like a firecracker, whose glow is seen long after it is dead, I look in shame at my own lack of passionate pursuit of God.

I'm not there. Are you?

I wrote this poem 30 August 2002. Sadly, it is still applicable.

Father,

I know what it’s like

   to thirst for a voice,

   to hunger for a face,

   to ache for a touch.

I want to feel it for You.

I thirst for the desire,

   hunger for the passion,

   ache for the knowledge

   of You for whom I so often

      am not stirred.

Far from desiring to leave you with a despairing note, I want to leave you with a praise for God's grace and a renewed goal of seeking Him passionately.

One thing I've learned in my relationship with God is how good it feels to confess my lack of passion. When I tell God of my deficiency of feeling, yet my longing to love Him as I should, I am set free from guilt and filled with love for my Father, who is so gracious with His foolish child.

Let's begin again today, this moment, to not only pursue Him passionately, but to egg one another on towards the same goal.

Look Around

In case you didn't know, this week is Thanksgiving holiday in the States. I suppose it's sadly predictable then that I would mull over this season.

One question this topic brings to mind is—where am I on the gratitude scale? Where are you?

I went through a particularly hard time the end of last year and beginning of 2010. A friend also felt weighed down in this wonderful-world-of-woe-is-me. We recognized our need to focus on our blessings instead of our problems, so we began to e-mail each other each weekday sharing praises. Sometimes we wrote paragraphs; sometimes only a couple of words. Somehow those praise began to lift us out of the slough of despondency, freeing us to look around at all the wonders from God.

Cultivating a thankful heart takes work, but there is little joy that rivals it. 

With gratitude comes clear vision to see, truly see, a sunrise or sunset and whisper, "Thank You, Father!" With it comes the thrill of longing for someone you love who is close enough to touch or a phone call away, realizing that it is a blessing today and not a guarantee for tomorrow. 

Your sense of touch, of smell is heightened to the peak of appreciation. Distant laughter brings a smile to your face. You notice the small answers to prayer that shows just how intimately God's cares for you.

Thanksgiving isn't a time of year. Yet, if you celebrate it as special holiday, may it be the start of a new attitude of gratitude. Wherever we are on the scale, let's concentrate on becoming more thankful people.

And true gratitude is sharing. So, what are you thankful for? 

(If you are now in the mood, you can go to Cyber Hymnal and sing along to "Count Your Blessings.")

Freedom's Foundation

Have you ever considered that rules come naturally to humans? Each person consciously or subconsciously constructs rules for themselves. The most savage nations have rules. Rules provide security.

A man may have the rule to give in to his lusts wherever they lead. A woman may have the rule to spend on whatever she sees.

Rules basically are a pattern on which our life is run. We have a code of acceptability. When someone else breaks the code that we keep, he or she is beneath us.

Non-Christians often scoff at religion because of the rules which it enforces, little realizing they have rules which they strictly follow.

The term addiction may be more accurate. When you think you are free from rules, you are most often bound by addictions, habits, compulsions. Self-gratification becomes your driving force.

In the book of Isaiah chapters 27-28, God contrasts two types of peace and security. The first is found in Him.

...let them come to Me for refuge;
let them make peace with Me,
yes, let them make peace with Me. (27:5)

But Israel neither fully rejected Him nor sought Him as their refuge and peace. Instead, they mocked the prophet. They said the same as people today, "God only binds us with rules."

But God reminds them that He had said to them, "'This is the resting place, let the weary rest'; and 'this is the place of repose'—but they would not listen." 

Because they would not find their rest in Him, God promised He would say, "Do and do, do and do, rule on rule, rule on rule" (v. 13). Resting in God would have freed them from disobedience. Seeking their own way, bound them in sin.

Instead of seeking God as their refuge, they created their own.

Therefore hear the word of 
Yahweh, you scoffers . . .
You boast, "We have entered into a 
covenant with death,
with the grave we have made an agreement.
When an overwhelming scourge sweeps by,
it cannot touch us,
for we have made a lie our refuge
and falsehood our hiding 
place. (28:12)

In contrast to the lie in which they seek security, God promises a Cornerstone, tested and precious, that will make a solid foundation. Those who build on this foundation will "never be dismayed." Those who trust in the lie, "hail will sweep away."

The apostles (1 Peter 2:6) recognized Jesus as the promised Cornerstone. He did not change from old covenant rules to only grace and love in the new covenant. He loves us enough to tell us how our life should should be lived.

Jesus said, 

If anyone loves Me, he will obey my teaching. (John 14:23a)

Drudgery comes in obeying rules, God's or those of the flesh, in our own strength and understanding. When we are filled with the Holy Spirit, we are free to obey.

The Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. (John 14:26)

As a manufacturer clearly states the car only runs on gasoline, so our lives will not prosper on disobedience.

As a game has no beginning or end without rules, so our life must be guided by something. Only following the right rules will win you the game.

As an eagle is not bound in flight, so obedience gives wings to live the life God created for us.

You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love. (Galatians 5:13)

A Ringbearer

Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

Gandolf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. 

There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.

Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.

Have you ever felt like Frodo? You've been dealt a hand of circumstances, and you'd rather fold than play the game.

I believe we all enter this cave of Moria at least once in our lives. Sometime it's God's own words that meet us in that dark place; sometimes they come through a friend.

We all need to be reminded. Our sovereign God has a purpose for the mission He's given you. There is a reason you are here at this time in history, in the country you are living, in the family you were born into, in the state of health or sickness with which you live.

Unlike Frodo, however, you don't depend on a wizard who can be hindered or killed nor a creature, once like yourself, who now is both your guide and threat. No. You have a High Priest that is risen and sitting at the right hand of Yahweh of Hosts interceding for you, if you belong to Him. If you are His child, you have His Spirit inside of you directing you on the path that is good to take and pleading with the Father for all your needs (needs of which you yourself may not be aware).

This doesn't mean the path is any easier than the path Tolkien imagined for Frodo. It doesn't mean you won't have friends desert you, disappoint you, try to discourage you. It doesn't mean you won't lose your life or the life of one you hold dear.

It does mean, you will never walk alone. And everything that happens to you is in the control of your Creator, who has a bigger plan than just for your life or mine, but who loves us more than we can comprehend.

The world may look dark. We may see grief and defeat all around us, and may wish to return to "the good old days" of our imagined world. That is not for us to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

Be faithful to the mission in which God had you embark. He is the Author of the story, so it will end well.