Need

"There's something about the poor that delights the heart of God. They're contrite. They know they're in need. What is it about the poor that makes them want to come to Jesus? What is it about the poor that literally brings the Kingdom of God, that allows them to experience the Kingdom of God in a way that [us] well-fed don't? It has to do with hunger. It has to do with their need. They know they need God. They're hungry and thirsty. The Lord wants to cause even the rich, even the middle-class, to be poor in spirit and know that they are in need of Him."

I read this in a book, Always Enough, by Heidi and Rolland Baker. I believe I've mentioned this book in previous posts, and as I read it, it stirs up in me so many questions and desperate desires to see God move here, the way He does in impoverished communities.

As I look at the church in America, and at my own life, I see a staggering lack of passion and faith. I believe Heidi Baker is on to something here, pointing to lives characterized by hunger and need, and linking that to a hunger for God. When you have nothing, no material possessions, you have nothing holding you back, pinning you to this world. There's not much to fling off to be able to wildly chase after Christ.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean to say that poor people have it easy. By no means; especially because I've seen people who have nothing in a constant battle to get more and more "stuff". They struggle with the desire for fortune, a nice car, and a fancy house just like we do. And that's not even mentioning the physical struggle it must be to go without food, water, and basic health. So where is the difference? Why do they need God with such transparency?

Perhaps the difference is that need is present in their lives and not in mine. Perhaps I don't know how to need God because I've never needed anything. Even while living in Mexico and Honduras, my every need was filled, and I never was in want. Plainly, I don't know how to need because I've never really had to. But these people Heidi Baker talks about know need to the very core of their being. They know need on a daily basis. They know how to ache for something. So when it comes to needing God, they know the kind of ache the psalmists write about.

I know I need God, but is that need present in my everyday life? I want to feel that need because I think joy and passion in connecting with Jesus is a direct result of that deeply-rooted need. So now the issue stands: how do I go about getting that passion here, where I have no need for anything else? Is it a perspective change? Is it a life-style, spending change? Is it a basic heart change?

I'm not sure what is required, but I think Mrs. Baker makes a compelling argument here.

Who do you love?

"... the chief motivation behind Paul's service was not love for others but love for his Lord. If our devotion is to the cause of humanity, we will be quickly defeated and broken-hearted, since often we will be confronted with a great deal of ingratitude from other people. But if we are motivated by our love for God, not amount of ingratitude will be able to hinder us from serving one another."

I read this quote last night as I skimmed through my journal from a missions trip to Mexico in 2003. I (obviously) did not write this, but must have read it in one of the devotionals from the trip and copied it into my journal. Good thing, because I definitely no longer have the devotional booklet, but I DO have this journal! ;)

This whole business of motivation for "doing good" could get very cyclical and crazy. If I love people and want to serve them, it is only because I have experienced love from God. But the love for God sometimes is exiled to the back seat, making it no longer the driving force. And this is what whoever wrote this is identifying as a big problem of people who serve.

The point is still painfully fundamental. Christ needs to be at the center of all we do, or it won't work out. Plain and simple. These fundamentals are the kinds of things we graze over most often as cliche and silly, but failure to adhere to these fundamentals seems to be the basis for most of my problems in life. Interesting.

Who says it has to stop?

This part of my nomadic journey has brought me to the busy courtrooms of Center City, Philadelphia, the smooth highways of suburban New Jersey, and the strikingly white rooms and halls of the First Presbyterian Church of Moorestown. At first, I had myself wrongly convinced, that because of my geographic location, the thrill of following Jesus to the ends of the earth would not exist here. I have come to find that this is not so, and am somewhat ashamed to admit I previously thought otherwise.

Despite my prior misconceptions, I have come to realize that I am still following Jesus to the ends of the earth, and it just so happens that I'm at THIS end of the earth, in the NorthEast of the US, a place I hadn't anticipated would continue to be a part of my journey. Furthermore, I could even say that it is that much sweeter here because I hadn't anticipated it and it is such a shock.

Initially, I found myself longing for the intensity of worship I experienced in Latin America, comparing my current material circumstances to those of my dear friends in Mexico and Honduras, and comparing the desires of my heart between one chapter in life and the next. And as I compared and compartmentalized my experiences, I realized that they are not as separate as I was making them, but amazingly connected because God uses my past to push me into an even greater future.

These are all a lot of vague musings that can be quite simply put as thus: I am certain God has called me back to the US because He wants to teach me something amazing and He has something great for me here. There is no point pining over a past that is not in my immediate future, and I'm better off seeking God where I AM and not where I WANT to be.

Proof of the above:

Since I've been home, a lot of people have told me that I am "glowing", and one even asked if I am in love because I have that glow about me. I laugh each time and wonder what everyone is talking about. It wasn't until I was asked if I was in love that it all made sense. (Stay with me here.) I'm coming off of a year and a half of learning about God in ways I never have before and falling in love with Him in ways I never have before. Like Moses, when he comes down from Mt Sinai (not that I am as great as Moses), my encounter with God shows on my face; my countenance is different because I have experienced God's presence. None of that has to do with geography in the literal sense, but my proximity to God and my faithfulness to Him.

Nothing in the Bible says that I can only worship God with abandon when in Faustino's church, or that I can only live in community at the Second Floor or above Chepe and Lourdes. This spirit-filled life of power and faith directly correlates to my attachment to God, not a place.

So here I go again, starting from what feels like scratch, but this time with my eyes tilted slightly higher, my mind slightly more focused, and heart clinging a little harder to God than before.