I'm sure you've heard people talk about being hungry for God. We sing songs about it, hear messages about it, and even pray for hunger. This talk has been especially big around City of Life, as the spiritual climate escalates and we prepare to experience more of the supernatural than ever before. My pastor mentioned recently that he didn't believe that God could MAKE anyone hungry, and, in fact, to pray for God to stir up a hunger or make us hungry for Him was an impossible request. He asserted that we have to make ourselves hungry.
You know, when I first heard him say this, I was a little offended! I had prayed, "God, make me hungry for you" many times! But the more I think about it, the more I believe him to be true.
There are many theories about why we become physically hungry for food. However, most scientists agree that hunger has a physiological part and a psychological part. First, the physiological part: our bodies were created with certain chemicals like insulin and glucose, along with hormones, that cause us to be hungry. In a quest to regulate these chemicals, we become hungry until our brain and stomach are satisfied.
Then there's the psychological part. No doubt you've looked at the clock around noon (or whatever time you usually eat lunch) and become hungry simply because of the learned behavior of eating at a certain time. I know this from teaching. One year my class had a 10:30 a.m. lunch. I've never been a breakfast eater, and the thought of eating so early in the day was a little strange to me. But yet, a few weeks into the school routine, when 10:25 would roll around, my stomach would begin growling at the thought of lunch. Or what about the psychological affect that our senses have on hunger? You may not be hungry, but sometimes hearing the McDonald's jingle and smelling their delicious french fries is enough to make you take on the dollar menu! (If you're like me, your thoughts are now calculating the length of the drive from where you are right now to the nearest McDonalds. Stay with me here! Focus!!!)
At any rate, spiritual hunger has the same components. God created you with an innate, inborn desire for Him. Kind of like the physical component of hunger - it's built in. We've all heard the "man was created with a God-shaped hole" message a thousand times, right? In the core of all of us is a hunger for God. The wise ones fill it with God. Yet most attempt to satiate it with whatever is available that tickles our fancy and comes at the least cost to us. Slapping the snooze alarm a few times is easier than getting up and spending time with God. It makes us feel good. It fills (for a time) that need, that hunger, for God. We fill our lives with work, family, entertainment, church, friends... all GOOD things, yet none of which can truly satisfy that deep hunger. If the hunger for God isn't filled with God, then all of other pursuits are basically idolatry. Ouch.
The problem with filling your spiritual hunger with things that aren't God is that eventually, it shows. Just like a strict diet of mountain dew and sausage pizza would lead to vitamin deficiencies and weight gain, thus causing a physical manifestation of what you've been taking in to your body, a diet of idols eventually shows in your disposition, your faith, and the fruit that your life produces.
And then there's this other component of hunger for God, the learned part, similar to the psychological aspect of physical hunger. I believe that there's a mental component to our hunger for God. Being around people who stir you up, who encourage you to press in for more of God, has an effect on your desire for God. "Like iron sharpens iron," sometimes we are driven to search for God because the people around us encourage us to. We see our pastors and spiritual leaders delving into Bible study and teaching us out of the rich treasures they discover, and it inspires us. We hear believers around us praying passionately, using different words and different communication styles than we've ever heard, and it pushes us to go further in our prayer lives.
Just as your environment can encourage you to pursue more with God, it can also dissuade you. I've been in circumstances where I am hanging around new people, and when one of them asks me, "Are you hungry?" I make a casual statement like, "I could eat," or "I'm ok," even though my stomach is growling and I am ravenous. Or like when you go to a restaurant with a bunch of girls, and you're really hungry, but the others order salads with fat-free dressing, it dissuades you from ordering that big greasy bacon cheeseburger that you have been craving all day. In these environments, I choose to limit my expression of hunger because of my surroundings... I don't want to seem out of place, or greedy, or look unladylike. When we surround ourselves with people who have low standards and who mock those who pursue God in a deeper way than the norm, we are doing ourselves a disservice. Their hunger (or lack thereof) will mirror itself in our hunger.
The word says in Psalms that "Deep calls to deep." I believe that spiritual disciplines, such as regular, daily Bible study, is tough at first. It's a LEARNED process. But as you get further in, deep calls to deep, and the more you do, the more you want. What starts as a learned, environmental thing becomes something that possesses you and drives you.
So, are you hungry? Honestly? If your answer is no, then why not? Stir YOURSELF up. Examine the areas that you may've replaced your desire for God with different things, and then clean house! Get them out of your life! Surround yourself with people who are hungrier than you are, and let their hunger rub off on you.
God wants to fill your hunger. Why pick at a salad when he wants to be your cheeseburger? :-)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Party's Over!
A man's as miserable as he thinks he is. -Seneca
So lately I've been having these parties. Big ones. Frequently. The guest list is short by my own choosing, and those in attendance don't ever say enough or do enough to satisfy me with their presence. Some of the guests refuse to stay, because they've been to my parties, and they know what to expect and would rather not participate.
Yeah you got it - I'm the host of the world's largest pity parties.
It seems lately I've been doing a lot of wallowing in self-pity. Self-pity is a very egocentric thing, too, because unless you have honest people around you to snap you out of it, you can be up to your elbows in it, and yet have no idea that you're in the middle of it. Thankfully, there's one person in my life who isn't afraid to point my sessions of self-pity out to me (we all need at least ONE person who will do that!).
So what is self pity? Well, here's what Websters says:
Self-pity: pity for oneself; especially : a self-indulgent dwelling on one's own sorrows or misfortunes
And the definition above is entirely true - self-pity is so self-indulgent. At the very core of it is a focus on SELF. In the middle of self-pity, we choose to look exclusively at our problems, our lack, our shortcomings, our circumstance; we allow it to envelop us to the point where we feel as though the world owes us something: sympathy, a shoulder to cry on, or little assurances like "you're so strong" or "you're such a hard worker" or "you don't deserve that."
Self-pity is the polar opposite of a grateful heart. As one who struggles continually with self-pity, I know that I have to FORCE myself to be thankful. I have to take the very things that I want to whine and gripe about, and instead turn them around and use them as sources of thankfulness.
So here's some common complaints, followed by ways you can turn your gripes into gratitude:
Your job sucks? At least you have one. 13.7 million Americans are unemployed right now.
Your marriage is on the rocks? At least you're still married. 50% of American marriages end in divorce.
You're single and you're feeling sorry that Mr. or Ms. Right hasn't shown up? Well, given the statistics above, it seems better to be single than in one of the unhappy marriages that fall prey to divorce. That's something to be thankful for! My mom drilled into my head from the time I was young that it is better to be single and lonely than married and lonely. You could be in an unsatisfying, unconnected relationship that you're locked in for life! Maybe you're single and unsatisfied and unconnected, but at least now you have options!
You're facing financial ruin or foreclosure? In Honduras a few weeks ago, our team tore down a shed on the Hands to the World compound property and piled the left-over wood to be burned. A Honduran lady who was cooking for the team saw the wood pile and begged that it be set aside for her. A few days later, she invited us to her one-room, dirt-floor home, which, to our shock, had been newly constructed using the "trash" we had been so ready to burn. Whether you're own a home, rent, or live with someone else, at least you have a place to lay your head. You probably have a bed (these Hondurans didn't), and the walls of your home are probably insulated (the cracks between the planks of the walls were large enough to let wind, insects, and rain in). You probably even have indoor plumbing (these people didn't). Furthermore, this family was so proud of their newly built home, and their pride humbled me. I was embarrassed that I had ever complained about my house: the dirt on the carpet, a cracked tile, the lack of hardware on my cabinets.
I say all this not to downplay the circumstance that you're dealing with at this very moment. Yes, life is hard, and yes, God sees and cares about your situation and your worries as only a father can. But I can't help but wonder if our God, the one who has the global perspective, the one who is just as close to me right now as he is to that Honduran family in the shack, looks at my crappy attitude about my 2008 Mazda and sighs a little, rolling his eyes that I would dare enter my car with disdain as I secretly wish it were a Lexus or a Mercedes. I mean, really?!
So, instead of embracing this martyr complex, what about looking at things a little differently? (I'm preaching to myself here.) What about changing every opportunity for self-pity into a moment of gratitude, a moment where we stop and just thank God for His goodness, His faithfulness?
And if this isn't a struggle of yours, but you see a good friend slipping into the mire self-pity, why not be a true friend and, in the most loving way possible, tell them to snap out of it? Instead of doing what's easiest and joining in the pity party, refuse to attend. Help your friends see the many blessings that their momentary lapse into self-pity has blinded them to.
As I once heard a friend say, sometimes you just have to put on your big-girl panties and get on with life!
So lately I've been having these parties. Big ones. Frequently. The guest list is short by my own choosing, and those in attendance don't ever say enough or do enough to satisfy me with their presence. Some of the guests refuse to stay, because they've been to my parties, and they know what to expect and would rather not participate.
Yeah you got it - I'm the host of the world's largest pity parties.
It seems lately I've been doing a lot of wallowing in self-pity. Self-pity is a very egocentric thing, too, because unless you have honest people around you to snap you out of it, you can be up to your elbows in it, and yet have no idea that you're in the middle of it. Thankfully, there's one person in my life who isn't afraid to point my sessions of self-pity out to me (we all need at least ONE person who will do that!).
So what is self pity? Well, here's what Websters says:
Self-pity: pity for oneself; especially : a self-indulgent dwelling on one's own sorrows or misfortunes
And the definition above is entirely true - self-pity is so self-indulgent. At the very core of it is a focus on SELF. In the middle of self-pity, we choose to look exclusively at our problems, our lack, our shortcomings, our circumstance; we allow it to envelop us to the point where we feel as though the world owes us something: sympathy, a shoulder to cry on, or little assurances like "you're so strong" or "you're such a hard worker" or "you don't deserve that."
Self-pity is the polar opposite of a grateful heart. As one who struggles continually with self-pity, I know that I have to FORCE myself to be thankful. I have to take the very things that I want to whine and gripe about, and instead turn them around and use them as sources of thankfulness.
So here's some common complaints, followed by ways you can turn your gripes into gratitude:
Your job sucks? At least you have one. 13.7 million Americans are unemployed right now.
Your marriage is on the rocks? At least you're still married. 50% of American marriages end in divorce.
You're single and you're feeling sorry that Mr. or Ms. Right hasn't shown up? Well, given the statistics above, it seems better to be single than in one of the unhappy marriages that fall prey to divorce. That's something to be thankful for! My mom drilled into my head from the time I was young that it is better to be single and lonely than married and lonely. You could be in an unsatisfying, unconnected relationship that you're locked in for life! Maybe you're single and unsatisfied and unconnected, but at least now you have options!
You're facing financial ruin or foreclosure? In Honduras a few weeks ago, our team tore down a shed on the Hands to the World compound property and piled the left-over wood to be burned. A Honduran lady who was cooking for the team saw the wood pile and begged that it be set aside for her. A few days later, she invited us to her one-room, dirt-floor home, which, to our shock, had been newly constructed using the "trash" we had been so ready to burn. Whether you're own a home, rent, or live with someone else, at least you have a place to lay your head. You probably have a bed (these Hondurans didn't), and the walls of your home are probably insulated (the cracks between the planks of the walls were large enough to let wind, insects, and rain in). You probably even have indoor plumbing (these people didn't). Furthermore, this family was so proud of their newly built home, and their pride humbled me. I was embarrassed that I had ever complained about my house: the dirt on the carpet, a cracked tile, the lack of hardware on my cabinets.
I say all this not to downplay the circumstance that you're dealing with at this very moment. Yes, life is hard, and yes, God sees and cares about your situation and your worries as only a father can. But I can't help but wonder if our God, the one who has the global perspective, the one who is just as close to me right now as he is to that Honduran family in the shack, looks at my crappy attitude about my 2008 Mazda and sighs a little, rolling his eyes that I would dare enter my car with disdain as I secretly wish it were a Lexus or a Mercedes. I mean, really?!
So, instead of embracing this martyr complex, what about looking at things a little differently? (I'm preaching to myself here.) What about changing every opportunity for self-pity into a moment of gratitude, a moment where we stop and just thank God for His goodness, His faithfulness?
And if this isn't a struggle of yours, but you see a good friend slipping into the mire self-pity, why not be a true friend and, in the most loving way possible, tell them to snap out of it? Instead of doing what's easiest and joining in the pity party, refuse to attend. Help your friends see the many blessings that their momentary lapse into self-pity has blinded them to.
As I once heard a friend say, sometimes you just have to put on your big-girl panties and get on with life!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Five Year Plan
Tonight I sat in a booth at a wings restaurant with a friend who knows me well. We were discussing some pretty heavy things when my friend looked at me and said, “Cassandra Hendon, where do you think we’ll be in five years?”
What a question. I honestly didn’t have any clue.
It’s not a profound question. It’s repeated often in job interviews. It’s lectured in business schools – “A Five-Year Plan.” But for me, it gave me pause. There’s been a lot of talk around me lately about forward motion. Moving to a new place, a new level.
But where do I think I’ll be in five years? I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been so concerned with the “now”, with what’s right immediately in front of me, with a reactionary sort of life, immediately responding to the dilemma, tasks, or goals right in front of my face, that I haven’t ever thought of where I’m headed. So where am I going?
Tonight I sit here and question myself. What do I want? Do I have the courage to even dream, to think that there could be something possible for me outside what is in front of me, outside of the swirl of the business of life?
So here are some things I want for my life. Real, honest, brave things that I’m saying, acknowledging to everyone.
I want to be completely in love with Jesus. I want to pursue a love relationship with Jesus so fervently that it drives every decision I make, even the small ones. I want to be the woman of God I used to think I could be as a child, before I saw people fall, before disappointment jaded my view of Christians and of myself. I want to live above mediocrity. I want to pursue Jesus above all else – above the mundane, above my own desires for comfort, for fulfillment, for satisfaction. I want to consistently fix my eyes on Jesus, not on my circumstances, not on my schedule, not on whether I’m too tired, too burned out, too busy, too lazy. I want to guard my relationship with him so zealously that nothing can come between him and me. Instead of being a Gomer, I want to be faithful, through and through. I want everything in my life to flow out of the time that I spend with him, so that I’m not shaken in hard times.
I want love. I want it in the right time and I want it in the right person. I don’t want love for love’s sake, or because I feel my clock ticking, or because “everyone else” has love. I want it because I was formed to want it, I was created to love a man, to be a helper to him, to support him in his pursuit of being who God has called him to be (and through that support, fulfill part of my own purpose as a woman), to have his children and love them and raise them to love the Lord. I’m tired of pretending that love is gross or overrated or not for me just because I don’t have it right now. Whether I get it or not, I want it. Maybe within five years, maybe not, but whenever God sees fit to bring me to the one He made me for.
I want to rescue children. I want to take in children who are abused and neglected and become a foster parent. I also want to reach out to women (both in the US and abroad) considering abortion. I want to approach them in a new, unorthodox way that transcends judgment. I want to go to other countries like China where abortion isn’t a big deal, where it’s offered as after-the-fact birth control, and minister destiny and hope to women contemplating it. I want to save babies from death by introducing women to a God of purpose and love. I want to use creative methods to take an inflammatory political issue and put a face and a name to it, to make it less about left and right and more about wrong and right. I want my friends, who are the most creative people in the world, to play a part in this.
I want to write and record songs. I want to write songs that bring hope to people, songs that transport people to the throne room of heaven, songs that stir people up, songs full of the Word of God that pop into peoples’ heads in decision-making times and help them discover and do God’s will.
What a question. I honestly didn’t have any clue.
It’s not a profound question. It’s repeated often in job interviews. It’s lectured in business schools – “A Five-Year Plan.” But for me, it gave me pause. There’s been a lot of talk around me lately about forward motion. Moving to a new place, a new level.
But where do I think I’ll be in five years? I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been so concerned with the “now”, with what’s right immediately in front of me, with a reactionary sort of life, immediately responding to the dilemma, tasks, or goals right in front of my face, that I haven’t ever thought of where I’m headed. So where am I going?
Tonight I sit here and question myself. What do I want? Do I have the courage to even dream, to think that there could be something possible for me outside what is in front of me, outside of the swirl of the business of life?
So here are some things I want for my life. Real, honest, brave things that I’m saying, acknowledging to everyone.
I want to be completely in love with Jesus. I want to pursue a love relationship with Jesus so fervently that it drives every decision I make, even the small ones. I want to be the woman of God I used to think I could be as a child, before I saw people fall, before disappointment jaded my view of Christians and of myself. I want to live above mediocrity. I want to pursue Jesus above all else – above the mundane, above my own desires for comfort, for fulfillment, for satisfaction. I want to consistently fix my eyes on Jesus, not on my circumstances, not on my schedule, not on whether I’m too tired, too burned out, too busy, too lazy. I want to guard my relationship with him so zealously that nothing can come between him and me. Instead of being a Gomer, I want to be faithful, through and through. I want everything in my life to flow out of the time that I spend with him, so that I’m not shaken in hard times.
I want love. I want it in the right time and I want it in the right person. I don’t want love for love’s sake, or because I feel my clock ticking, or because “everyone else” has love. I want it because I was formed to want it, I was created to love a man, to be a helper to him, to support him in his pursuit of being who God has called him to be (and through that support, fulfill part of my own purpose as a woman), to have his children and love them and raise them to love the Lord. I’m tired of pretending that love is gross or overrated or not for me just because I don’t have it right now. Whether I get it or not, I want it. Maybe within five years, maybe not, but whenever God sees fit to bring me to the one He made me for.
I want to rescue children. I want to take in children who are abused and neglected and become a foster parent. I also want to reach out to women (both in the US and abroad) considering abortion. I want to approach them in a new, unorthodox way that transcends judgment. I want to go to other countries like China where abortion isn’t a big deal, where it’s offered as after-the-fact birth control, and minister destiny and hope to women contemplating it. I want to save babies from death by introducing women to a God of purpose and love. I want to use creative methods to take an inflammatory political issue and put a face and a name to it, to make it less about left and right and more about wrong and right. I want my friends, who are the most creative people in the world, to play a part in this.
I want to write and record songs. I want to write songs that bring hope to people, songs that transport people to the throne room of heaven, songs that stir people up, songs full of the Word of God that pop into peoples’ heads in decision-making times and help them discover and do God’s will.
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