Showing posts with label when i was a child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label when i was a child. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Are You Prepositioning Me?


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“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”  (I Corinthians 13:11 KJV)

Yesterday, I wrote a blog about prayer and got some interesting feedback from it.  Some laughed, some questioned.  Others disputed, agreed, and discussed in great length what prayer means to them--and asked for clarification as to  just what it meant to me as well.

I’ve pondered it a lot.  A lot!  Here’s what I came up with just a few moments ago.  

Did you read the words on the created meme I wrote?  They say “When you pray, be sure you are talking to God and not at Him.”  In a brief description, I hopefully will clear that difference up for you.

Scenario 1.  You are at a Burger King drive-thru.  A voice you cannot see asks if s/he can take your order and you begin speaking of what you’d like.  You drive up to the window, pay your dues, and take your purchase.  It’s not until later, when you open your bag, that you realize something is missing.  Huh.  Did you not order correctly?  Did that cashier not hear you mention you wanted no pickles, not extra ones?  And where did these onions come from?!  Why is there no salt in the bag?  And where are the napkins??

Scenario Two.  You are at your doctor’s office.  After the initial greetings, you are asked why you are here.  In great detail, you explain to the physician what is wrong with you.  You proceed to list each and every ache, pain, concern, and tell of those things that “just don’t feel right.”  The doctor listens sympathetically, tries a few exercises or procedures to see if it is all in your head or if follow-up care is needed.  Your responses will either help the doc to determine if you need medicine, more tests, or psychiatric care.  Either way, the discussion you have with your personal physician is not just a one-way event.  A deep conversation takes place, even if it might be a little embarrassing when you discuss “that.”

Do you see the difference, friends?  In the first scenario, you are telling what you want.  You are expecting results and the outcome to be as you ordered, and honestly?  You could care less what the attendant’s opinion is.  By golly, if you want a milkshake and a cookie that’s not any of their business now is it?  You are listing your demands and expecting to get those demands satisfied.

On the contrary, in scenario two, you are looking for help.  Guidance.  Results that may come at a personal cost to you because you might have to do more than pop a pill or watch what you eat or exercise more.  You are putting your trust in one who has experience and education.  You are relying on this wisdom because the one you went to is trained to handle your situation and give you information that helps you to be better.

In conclusion, when you talk to God, what is your expected outcome?  When you pray to Him, what do you think happens?  Does He take your order and you go on your merry ol’ way or...or do you take some time-- maybe even making it an appointed time--to discuss with Him the matters on your heart?  Do you talk with Jesus and wait for His responses or are you too busy and just throw up ritualistic words, rote prayers, and forget about the situation after you have done your dutiful portion?  Do you go into detail with Him about those souls you just lifted up or just tell Him you want a hamburger and expect Him to make sure you “have it your way” without reminding Him that you don’t like ketchup and that your hot dog needs to be well-done, extra well-done?  

You know that expression “you get what you pay for”?  Let’s change it to “you get what you pray for” and see if our prayer lives don’t take on a new life of their own.  Let’s see if we want the faceless cook behind the counter making our meal (the one who knows nothing of our personal preferences) or if we prefer to go to someone like the waitstaff at JD’s Smokehouse, who really know what we mean when--without asking-- we say we want brisket but they know we specifically want the burnt ends.  Let’s see if the doctor at Urgent Care takes the minimum amount of time with us versus Sally, our regular doctor, who asks about that mole that we forgot to mention, who notices that our color is off, and often takes us by surprise and even asks about our kids and grandkids.

Relationship is what it’s all about.  If you don’t have one with God, how can you expect your prayers to go past the ceiling?  If you don’t talk to Him, with Him, and be prepared to listen to His answers, how can you honestly expect the Good Lord above to make that difference you desire?  Why should He bother with your half-hearted attempts when Jesus plainly told us we are to give all?  He did.  When He died on the cross for our sins, He gave all so that we wouldn’t be left hanging for our selves.

Let’s pray!

Dear Lord, this was another tough one to write.  May my words be tempered by Your grace as I endeavor to help folks to see that You are worth so much more than a cursory sentence or passing thought.  Ahh Lord:  how we need to grow up and stop expecting to be pacified by You and start doing some work on our own!  We have become so complacent and so spoiled that we often refuse to stand up on our own two feet and practice what we’ve been taught.  We expect You to take care of our friends but don’t want to be the instruments used to assist in their needs.  We want to tell others how awful another one’s circumstances are in hopes that they will take up the torch that was passed to us.

Father?  We ask amiss so often and then wonder why our prayers that took those whole ten seconds to mutter weren’t answered.  We want instant gratification and minimal effort on our parts to see that our desires are fulfilled.  We want You to handle things but don’t want to know the details or discuss with You the possible outcomes.  

We are wretched.  Entitled.  Selfish.  Self-serving.

And yet You love us.  You love us because You know we are human and that is how You created us to be.  To be?  Hmn:  that’s not quite right, is it, Lord?  Yes, You made us but...but You made us in Your image.  To be more like You.  To be Christlike in our actions and attitudes.  I shudder to think what my life would be like had Jesus been as cavalier with my pains and hurts as I am with the needs of others who ask me to help them!

Help me to grow up, Father.  To stop speaking like a child and to woman up and put those childish things away.  Contrary to popular belief, this world is not out there for me, does not revolve around me, and is not just sitting on its axis waiting to please me.  No, this world is Yours and we are just aliens, passing through, hoping to make it better before we go to our eternal home.  Hearers and doers of the Word we are called to be.  As my prayer life continues to evolve, may I be more earnest in it, as Jesus was when He spoke to You on my behalf, Lord God is my prayer, solemnly asked in His precious name.  Amen.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Wanderings of a Wanderer

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.   
I Corinthians 13:11

 "If you're not on the edge, you're taking up too much space."  My husband states this often.  He likes to think of himself as a rebel, as one who colors outside of the lines, as one who doesn't follow.  No, he's not a leader; not at all.  He just is one who doesn't like to be bound by rules and regulations, although I assure you he is a law-abiding, God-fearing man.  It's just...

It's just that inside, he is human.  He has his own mind, his own dreams, his own thoughts of how things should be done.  Men in the field:  women in the kitchen.  Barbaric?  Caveman?  Nah; just your typical good ol' Southern boy.  And why I am droning on about him I don't know except that my fingers seem to have a mind of their own this morning and hopefully they will lead us to the point I am trying to make.  I too have my own dreams.

Remember the impotent man I've been writing about all month?  Jesus told him to take up his bed and walk.  He didn't tell him to stand:  He told him to walk.  Have you ever watched a toddler in the beginning stages of learning this phase of life?  He'll stand up on his wobbly little legs, think he's ready to go, and then plop!  Down he goes.  Those first few times, he just stays down but...but he keeps on moving, crawling towards his goal, until the next time he's on his feet and another attempt is made, hopefully with more success.  Finally, one day without any fanfare, the kid is walking and though he still stumbles, the occurrences are fewer and further than before.

This morning before he left for work, Steve and I read another chapter from Max Lucado's book When God Speaks Your Name.  Entitled "Healthy Habits," Max wrote of the four habits in the Bible that we are to implement in our lives if we are to become spiritually mature adults.  We can't stay kids forever.  Max wrote about growing in grace, growing up in Christ, and leaving behind the elementary teachings and going on to ministry.  You can click on the link and read it; it's quite good.  But here's what I want to discuss:  growing up.

We can't stay babies forever.  See this pic of me?  I was in the "Terrible Twos" stage and if you look at my face, you can see the pouting lips, the near-defiant stare, the fingers poised to get into something that they didn't belong in.  While I don't remember being this young, I obviously was.  But here's what I wonder most when I reflect on this photograph:  have I changed?  Look with me, beyond the superficial for a moment.  Am I still a pouter?  Shamefacedly I admit, yes.  Do I still glare when others dare to defy my wishes?  Uh, guilty.  And those hands:  are they still looking to get into mischief?  Wellll, maybe not as much.  I do try to use them to further the good news of Christ.  Sometimes.  Most of the time.

Hmn.

As I close this blog, I want to challenge you--and myself--to examine once again whom we are in Christ.  Are we still babies who can barely do anything for ourselves and must continually be fed, be led around by our fingers so that we have someone to hold onto, and be told constantly what to do because we don't know how to fend for ourselves?  Or...are we growing?  Can we pick up and put away our toys without being told that it's time to get to work?  Can we chew on some steak instead of just eating processed food that doesn't require us sinking our teeth into?  Can we stand for what is right and then take the next steps into defending our stance?  

My closing prayer with Steve this morning went something like as follows.  Is it true for you too?

Dear Lord, as I think about being a child who needs to embrace adulthood, it's kind of like when I go to the ocean.  At first, my tootsies want to just dip into the receding waves to get a feel for the ocean's temperature.  Just a small taste.  It's okay to get my feet wet, but to get knee deep into this unknown source?  Hmn.  Not so sure.  But then, Lord, when I take the plunge (so to speak) and let the waves crash into my back as I am exhilarated and stunned at the same time, the feeling of the waves causes sensations like none other. I want more but also feel fear as the powerful water invites, challenges, and urges me forward.  I can't swim.  Do I dare to proceed further into uncharted territories?  

Lord?  As I continue growing in Your Word, I realize that there are bigger things out there for me, new experiences to try, and further paths to explore.  I'm not a baby anymore and You have grown and equipped me to walk: to carry my bed and to walk.  I can't just sit on the sidelines, Father, if I am to be all I can be.  Help me to rise is my prayer, asked in the name of Jesus.  Amen.