Much of our Christian life could be described as trying. Not the “severely straining the powers of endurance” kind of trying, though there are those times. The “to make an attempt at” trying. We try to be a better Christian, try to serve more faithful, try to worship truer, try to give more, try to attend more, try to love more, try to sin less, and sometimes we just try to get by. I wonder if we’re missing the point. My oldest daughter and I took a walk together the other day to address some of these “trying” things. We had walked for quite a while trying to resolve these issues of trying when it occurred to us that God never tries. He simply is. If God never tries and we try to get closer to Him through trying, haven’t we essentially excused God from the process? I’m not questioning the validity of the desire to be a better Christian, a more faithful servant, a truer worshiper, etc. I’m questioning our means of attaining it. We need to stop trying and start being. I think God wants to be with us. I think He accomplished everything it takes in Christ. I think it is our responsibility to embrace who we are in Him and bask in being with Him in the duration of each moment. My guess is that in living this way, God will continue to shape us into that better Christian today then we were yesterday. My guess is that in doing so He won’t have to try. It was at this point in the walk that I realized that, regardless of the issues, I had just spent a significant part of my day walking hand in hand with my beautiful daughter. Oh what joy! The joy of being together. Thank You, Lord.
There is a line in a Casting Crowns' song that says, "I keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard." Thanks for the [long overdue] post. I always enjoy your insight!
Twelve years ago, the Lord called my family and I to pack up our lives and move nearly 2500 miles to the spiritual frontier of the Great Northwest. Within two years of arriving here, I had exhausted my personal storehouse of strength, finances, spirituality, ideas, and leadership. It was there that God met me in the quiet early morning to reveal that I was not the man to lead our church. I was crushed. My grand dreams, my up-rooted family, my wounded pride, all shattered against the firm words of God. In the long weeks that followed I struggled with how to communicate my failure to our church family. Then, God whispered to my soul, “But I will make you into that man if you will let me.”
The years that have followed have been excruciatingly joyous. In His relentlessly gracious endeavors, God has used a profusion of relationships, circumstances, teachings and resources to slowly yet steadfastly mold me into His new creation. What follows here amounts to little more than a few theological burps churned from the intestinal fires of regeneration. I pray that these thoughts might be a small catalyst toward encouragement, challenge, and transformation.
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There is a line in a Casting Crowns' song that says, "I keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard."
Thanks for the [long overdue] post. I always enjoy your insight!
Thank you for that walk. I have a felling that I have changed. I love you Papa.
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