News Flash: God Doesn’t Need Me
Do you care, really care? Do I?
And if I cared like Jesus, would I do stuff different?
You bet I would. Less of me. More of him.
Yada yada yada.
However, a message — found at a missions and ministry conference in San Diego (at least this is what I was told) — hit me where it hurts. My pride.
I’d love to think I have it all together spiritually. I don’t. We are ALL in process.
Here’s the message:
I was hungry and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.
I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.
I was homeless and you preached to me the spiritual love of God.
I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me. You seem so holy, so close to God.
But I am still very hungry — and lonely — and cold.
Busted? Me too.
Sure, I counsel hurting women. And, yeah, I’m putting together a ministry to help child sex slaves. But what about the widows in my church? The single moms? The moms grieving the loss of a child?
Woe is me. . .because I haven’t fed the hungry and clothed the naked or — tra-la-la — slipped into my Super Saint cape and did it all for everyone.
The true Rescuer pulls me out of the quicksand of twisted perfectionistic self-pity and gently reminds me what’s most important: my relationship with him. As I tune in to him, he’ll direct me and his purposes prevail.
Always.
Rather than worry, I must trust that he is in control and. . .
accept my humanity
stop my striving
rest in him
and stop thinking he needs me because he doesn’t.
A beautiful warrior rests in the Lord.
