I am back - realizing that I have something to say.
Please pass this along - I think it will be a challenge... and this is the beginning of a new walk. Join in...
Many years I have thought of love in relation to God always in two ways. My understanding of God loving me (the wonderful world of salvation) and my love towards others. There has been an approach to understanding it in the sense of "learning" how to love - I have been wrong… very wrong.
My previous pastor said one time - you don't really know what you are made of until you are thrown against a wall. And at that point whatever comes out is what you were really made of. I look at several times that I have been thrown against the wall. The one that first popped in my head was when I found out my future wife (this is in 1998) was diagnosed with Leukemia. I had no idea how to handle that news - new to understanding faith at a REALLY believing level. There was one thing I did understand, who to run to. So I did what every respecting young man would do… went driving. So I grabbed my acoustic guitar, loaded up my truck with a few drinks (water and powered - what where you thinking?) and headed out to the south. The only problem I realized once on the road was that south only had about 45 miles before it ran out - but I headed forward, raw, not talking, not crying, not speaking, simply driving. I remember remembering (keeping up?) about a story that my mother told me. FLASHBACK - we lived in Germany and were heading home from a trip to Austria when a truck dropped something and it slammed into the windshield of our little Audi car. Shattered the windshield immediately and my dad had to roll down the window to see to drive. We pulled in to a rest stop where my parents called a friend of ours to come and pick us up. Dad decided to break all the glass and drive home without a windshield. Now this part of the story I don't understand, but we will leave it the way it is since it was real to my mom. She was afraid for my dad's life for the drive home (I just kept thinking that at worst he would eat some strange bug that might make him sick). Nevertheless mom was praying and told God to please bring dad home safe. She said she heard God respond inside of her and say…"which home". Mom tells me the story as it became an almost immediate revelation to her - "whichever home YOU want".
FLASHFORWARD - I arrive at Holly Beach where there is surprisingly NO ONE there. I back my truck so that the back tires are in the water and hop into the bed of my truck. It was a simple prayer that started the tears, but it meant something to me "God, please bring Nili home safe". I didn't need to have an answer, and didn't need to understand, I just needed to be broken and open before God.
See, I am on the wonderful journey of life. And as young as I am, I have found some truths that are so misunderstood by many of the Body of Christ today. I am not an universalist, nor do I think that the Word of God is exclusive. I am simply in LOVE, and with God (although the two are interchangeable). I am not going to sit here and say that Biblical truths being defended, and the promises of God are not valid, but I am going to say that God KNOWS the heart of man….and we do not.
I didn't KNOW at the time that ALL things are possible for to him that believes according to HIS WORD (which simply means that faith can appropriate the miracle needed for my wife to live), however I had heard it a hundred times. I didn't KNOW that Gods love casts out all fear, although I had read that scripture many times. I didn't KNOW that more important than any answered prayer, or blessed action, or high figured bank account that I needed God. At that very moment I needed to know that He was there.
I am not sure how long I sat there and played my guitar, crying and trying to sing words of what I was feeling. But I do know that every song I sang turned into submission and understanding ...that I was so in love with God.
It has been over ten years since my wife was diagnosed with Leukemia, and it has been over ten years since she has had any cancer cells in her body. It has also been 3 kids walking and 2 kids swimming since the doctors said that she would not be able to have any children (the 2 kids swimming are the twins we are about to have).
The love journey - what is all of this about? I guess what I am saying is that Christ was about one thing - God's love for us (THAT'S IT). It wasn't about super christianity, or judgmental behavior, or even the rights and wrongs of humanity. It was about a relationship. God wanted to be one with us again. So, he died for us, so that we no longer have to (nor do we get to) judge one higher, or lower - we simply have to LOVE.
Now, don't you worry. I know that I am going to start to get a lot of flack for this way of believing. But I am going to boldy say something that will upset a lot of "christians". I added the quotes not to imply a lack of christianity, but to differentiate between a christian and a non-christian - see non christians don't really get upset over this statement (maybe we need to get the hint). Being in a relationship with God isn't about nuclear families, mega millions, and a fancy car. It isn't about being drunk in the spirit and falling out. It isn't about praying 24 hours watches, and fasting 40 days. Being in a relationship is about one thing - LOVE.
Side disclaimer to all those who were offended. Just like a daddy, God wants the best for us. It is all available to us in the promises that are TRUE. We are to be blessed, to be prosperous, to have favor, to be above, to be intimate with God. BUT if we have the tongues of angels and have not love - we are only making a disruptive noise, if we have riches untold and all the wealth of kings, but have not LOVE we have missed the gift that was REALLY given to us. TO LOVE.
See christianity is all about the sex, drugs and alcohol… and the hurting, lost, and dying generation. We have convinced ourselves into a life that is consumed with self-preservation, self-promotion, and self-indulgence. We react to situations completely based on how it affects us, when the WHOLE reason we are here is to affect others. Who really cares if the clerk at McDonalds got your order wrong when their life is in shambles. Yet we sit in our car and speak rudely about her, or even to her.
I could go on for hours, but I think I will choose to step aside for the night… and get ready for tomorrow…
Just remember…maybe God's prayer for each soul in life is simply… Bring them home…safely.