Where to even start with this one. I have not written in so long, honestly, because I have not known what to write. Things lately have been weird.
The Hillsong song, Desert Song has come alive to me lately, and I think it has been the catalyst to my evolving thought process. I don’t know if I have just not paid attention to the words, or if I had just not wanted to, but they are incredible. It walks through the different seasons in a believer’s life: the desert, the fire, the battle, and the harvest. And honestly, I would have to say that the last few years have felt like I was in the desert—unbelievably dry and seemingly unfruitful. But I’m starting to think these seasons do not have to be mutually exclusive. And I don’t know, maybe I am just crazy or overdramatic (well, I know both of those are true, lets be honest), but I feel like I have been dry, like in the desert, while being tested in the fire, all the while being ambushed in full contact, no rules apply battle. Where the heck is the harvest? It’s like I am wandering through the desert, my limbs flailing, engulfed in flames, and poison dipped arrows are being shot at me from multiple directions. Anytime I manage to catch a glimpse of what seems to be water, or even just a drop of anything that could be hopeful, it’s only a mirage.
Overwhelmed.
It’s weird too, because any normal Christian would use this as an opportunity to grow—to seek the Lord in desperation. Well, I do too, but not like I should. My relationship with Him has been very selfish, I am learning. Do I really love Him because of His sacrifice for me, and the fact that He loves me more than I could ever imagine, or do I want Him around because He offers me security and someone to cry to when I feel hurt or alone? It makes me sick just to think this, much more to actually acknowledge it and type it, but it’s like I want a relationship with Him, but only at my own convenience. I cry out to Him when I need Him, but don’t let who He is, His grace, love and mercy, actually transform me and grow me.
I don’t think this was always true for me though. I know it wasn’t. That’s what makes it even worse—to experience what it’s like to walk with Christ on a day-to-day and even minute-to-minute basis, and then to take it for granted and subconsciously (or consciously) let the significance of His love become less and less to me. It makes me hurt inside. I say and think to myself how much I want to really walk with Him like that again, I really do, but that’s not what my actions say.
This brings me to another aspect of this problem: how much of this crap can I blame on spiritual warfare? Is that just becoming a copout? Do I just say that so I can feel like it’s not my fault? Not that I am denying the presence of spiritual warfare, not at all, but what I am saying is that maybe I have used that so much that it has almost become an excuse to not try—to just sit in complacency, completely aware that we are in the middle of a battle, but walking around waving a white flag in the air.
I guess I am now calling into question what I am doing. I definitely do not feel that I am really letting Christ have control of who I am. I want to, I really do. I was listening to a message by Eddie Rasnake on a Woodland Park podcast and he got into all this stuff about free will verses predestination, but with more than just regards to eternity. It was more about now. He talked about how the potter and clay analogy are kind of cliché, but are still so powerful. He brought in the verse from Romans about how we are supposed to present ourselves as living sacrifices. The irony in that, though, is that we can present ourselves on the altar, or on the potter’s wheel, yet at any time are free to climb down. God wants to mold us, to use us for His glory, but He allows us freedom to choose that. He allows us to change our minds and go our own way. Which is kind of frustrating to me. Sometimes I really just wish He would dress me up in a straight jacket, strap me down to the altar and just mold me into whatever the heck He wants. I don’t feel strong enough to submit to His will on my own. I guess this shows my lack of Spiritual maturity.
Here’s the kicker, the breaking point. We’re studying Philippians at Emmaus and in our depth/core groups and it’s awesome. Paul writes in 3 that we are to “count our gains as loss for the sake of Christ.” We are to “forget what lies behind and strain forward to what lies ahead…press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. These together, in context, seem to be saying be humble about the good you have done because in light of Christ’s sacrifice, it’s just rubbish. And also, let go of the crap you’ve done. Admit that you were wrong—that you’ve sinned—accept the forgiveness that Christ already gave you back when you first accepted it, and move on. I think that I keep finding myself somewhere on either side of these extremes.
Confused? Me too. When I catch myself doing some good stuff, or get some compliments about anything, I like to swim in it. Pride floods my mind. I know this is wrong, and as soon as I catch it, I find myself on the other side of the extreme. I know I was wrong in my pride, and I know was wrong for letting that pride lead me into more sin and distance me even more from God. As a result, I feel bad that I have not let Christ be in charge of my life. I sink into self pity and self loathing. I don’t feel like I am worthy to walk forgiven. I need to punish myself so that I can truly be remorseful—not true. God’s grace has covered everything. I have no right to hang onto anything. In doing that, I am saying that His grace is not sufficient for me.
This leads me to the word I hate most right now. A word that makes me feel most overwhelmed—BALANCE. I am called to “count my gains as loss…forget [the crap that] lies behind and press on toward to goal.” I need to climb back onto the altar, strap myself in, and take some Dramamine because I am about to be spun around on the potter’s wheel.
God tells us that “if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we ask of Him.” I am asking, according to that promise, that He help me learn to submit to what He wants for me by letting go of the control that I really want to have. I am asking that He teach me what it really looks like to walk by faith in the desert, fire, battle and harvest (when it comes) by giving Him complete control. And I am asking that He use anyone who reads this to help hold me accountable. I’m serious too. Please talk to me about this. For real.
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here