Post Script: After posting this, I read what others wrote on this chapter....and a couple have me undone.
One was this quote by Mother Teresa: "It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you can live as you wish."
The other is reading about this small family in Haiti....and ...well just read it.
Undone. Now...what to do?
Participating in the online book club for Radical by David Platt over at Marla's blog: Chapter 4
I am a little tired of Radical. ok. there. I am being honest.
Actually I am enjoying the book, but I am making myself go slow...in the pace of the book club (one chapter a week) and I am tired of the tension and questions left hanging each week. Tension in me, unanswered questions in my heart...
What am I to do with this?
How can I even buy a latte, (I have one in my hand) when I know the state of those in the world? (See one less latte)
And what difference can one momma and four children do?
Just to list a few questions.
I know living "radical" is not a boxed design, one size fits all. So it is the question over our radical that is causing the tension.
This chapter on the lost was hard. painful. Adding more questions to the list.
Why don't I ache for the lost here? (US). or ALL the lost?
Here: I ache for foster children. I ache for single mommas with no hope. I ache for older people with pressing poverty and lonely days and nights.
There: I ache for poverty stricken, hungry, orphans, abused, hurting.
Do I ache more for their circumstances or for their souls?
Does my ache cause me to do anything?
And then, why don't I ache for the middle-class, upper-class busy-schedule, life-is-full people all around me, who are living a short life and then a long eternity with out God? A life of pursuing this and that to fill their soul, that like cotton-candy melts on the tongue with a taste soon forgotten and no substance in side.
I think, perhaps. because for a long while THIS WAS ME and I WAS A CHRISTIAN. See those two statements should NOT go together. But it is true. See Jesus being the answer, which I believe he is, was such a long and convoluted (and sometimes it feels like complicated) journey for me. For too many years, I stumbled and did not get it, left and forgot it, came back and stumbled some more...until one fall, God happened for real in my life.
And the bottom line to all the emptiness with Christ inside was this: "DISCIPLESHIP". No one had every shown me or taught me how to follow Christ. How to go to church? yea. How to serve this way or that? yea. How to attend the most boring Bible Studies in the world? Yea.
But not how to follow Christ. I had never even heard the concept of being discipled. And then, in desperation between God and I, I stumbled into it. The Word, daily, put a fire in me. Then He led me to practicing his presence. Then he led me to....etc etc etc. What I call (thanks to Mark Buchanan) the Holy Habits of God. Without them, God was not working in my life. The songs were untrue words. The scriptures were great concepts with no reality in my life.
SO...with that being my case...I may have developed a reluctance to share God as the answer, when it has such a long and hard answer for me...and I still struggle so much.
Yet. Flipside: I see one of my children wake on the grouchy side of a mood, and I think, how can you even handle a grouchy morning without Jesus to talk to? So it may be a struggle and stumbling walk, but yet, it is the personal relationship of Jesus that sustains.
I want to have an ache for the lost. souls. Not just an ache for tragic circumstances. So I do not know what God is going to do with me. But I am willing, opening, wanting. I want to be surrendered and used as he would.
So I sit another week in tension. I know this weeks blog on Radical is not clear, hopeful or concise. Just my confused, tension-filled mind at this point.
I trust God to lead on and answer at some point my question: What do I do with this?