I don't know if it's the holidays coming to an end or the promise of a new year with new opportunities, but there is something a little overwhelming about this time of year. Sometimes that's a positive thing; sometimes negative.
All at once I find myself longing to be committed to this Christian habit or that congregational activity - yet I come to the realization that I am admitting to a lack of hunger.
My biggest request of Him, has been hunger. Maybe biggest is the wrong word. 'Most repeated' may be the best way to put it. I admit to the selfish prayers, the "why me?" prayers, the lottery prayers, etc. But when I am just empty and forlorn, I pray for hunger. Hunger for His word, His truths, His joy, His ability to see those closest to me through His eyes.
I love those times when I have given myself freely to the God of angel armies. When I have nestled myself wholeheartedly into his comforting embrace. The picture of a relentless trust in a God filling a spirit to overflowing.
I am not there today. I have not been there for some time. I do not feel hungry.
But I want to be. God...give me hunger for you.
The irony of a functional faith, I contest, is the inherent dis-function in the human side of the equation. This journey we signed up for is difficult, do not be fooled. A faith that is working (functional), ought to be working itself out.
Thus, in my darkest hour, I have repeated, daresay chanted, this request over and over - give me hunger for you!
All at once I find myself longing to be committed to this Christian habit or that congregational activity - yet I come to the realization that I am admitting to a lack of hunger.
My biggest request of Him, has been hunger. Maybe biggest is the wrong word. 'Most repeated' may be the best way to put it. I admit to the selfish prayers, the "why me?" prayers, the lottery prayers, etc. But when I am just empty and forlorn, I pray for hunger. Hunger for His word, His truths, His joy, His ability to see those closest to me through His eyes.
I love those times when I have given myself freely to the God of angel armies. When I have nestled myself wholeheartedly into his comforting embrace. The picture of a relentless trust in a God filling a spirit to overflowing.
I am not there today. I have not been there for some time. I do not feel hungry.
But I want to be. God...give me hunger for you.
The irony of a functional faith, I contest, is the inherent dis-function in the human side of the equation. This journey we signed up for is difficult, do not be fooled. A faith that is working (functional), ought to be working itself out.
Thus, in my darkest hour, I have repeated, daresay chanted, this request over and over - give me hunger for you!
