Friday, July 20, 2012

In Times of Drought

On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” (John 7:37-38)

Other than the presidential race, the most enduring news from the summer is the drought impacting much of the nation.  High temperature records are being broken nearly every day.  Rain is scarce and when it comes, it’s usually accompanied by damaging winds and lightning.  Corn and soybean crops are withering away, which will soon affect prices at the grocery store.  Rationing on the use of water is likely just around the corner.

All of this got me to thinking about a drought of a different kind – a drought of faith.  When folks don’t have Christ in their lives – or if He has been pushed aside by the demands and sufferings that come with living in the world – then a drought ensues.  Just like with the physical drought our nation is experiencing now, it is possible to function in the midst of a faith drought.  One can continue to work and engage in daily activities, but there’s something missing and although it’s hard to pinpoint, it’s tangible – a spark, a sense of purpose, a feeling of direction, of genuineness, of acceptance, or of love.  The absence of these things does not prevent one from getting through the day, but the weight of that absence makes it more difficult and far less joyful.  The longer the drought, the more difficult it becomes.

If you recall, 2011 was an especially wet year for this part of the country – the annual rainfall total was well above normal.  We were thankful for the water we needed and we did our best to deal with the excess and the gloomy skies.  This year, we are baked and arid, the mere sight of a cloudy sky filling us with hope.  Generations of humanity have dealt with the cyclical changes of Creation.  But whether it’s a time of feast or famine, in nature or in our souls, there is a well-spring of Life at the ready.  He is always waiting to fill us up when we are empty, and He gives us the desire to water the souls of those around us when our cups run over.  All we need is to trust the endurance of the source.

No matter what season we may be in, if we trust in Jesus with all that we have, rivers of living water will flow from within us, nourishing ourselves and those around us – at exactly the right time, in exactly the right amount.  It will flow from within us because that is where the Spirit of the Living God resides – and only good can flow from God’s dwelling place.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Marvelous Collision

Lord, my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.  (Psalm 30:2)

If you listen to Christian rock on the radio, you've likely heard by now the newest installment from the band MercyMe, entitled "The Hurt and the Healer."  I don't know about you, but music speaks to me in a way that words on a page simply cannot.  The Bible speaks of the healing power of faith in Christ, timeless words that clearly convey God's love for us.  But when someone puts that truth into song, it saturates the heart in miraculous ways.  MeryMe's song is one of those heart-saturating truth-tellers for me.  Sometimes I sing it with passion behind the wheel of my car, while other times I just listen, the lump in my throat forbidding me to utter a sound.  But always, I feel compelled to add a resounding "Amen."

I love to write, although evidenced by my sparse posting on this blog of late, sometimes I can't seem to grasp what I want to say.  Blogger's block, I suppose?  I recently entered a short story in a writing contest, my first-ever attempt at fiction.  I have no illusions of winning anything, but the submission process got me to thinking.  A little-known fact about me is that I am actually published.  There is a story tucked away in the latter half of a book published a few years ago, a story written from the depths of me - so personal, in fact, that I opted to use a pen name.  I received no compensation for it and only a handful of people in the world know that I authored it.  The story is my testimony, and had MeryMe's song been around at the time, I might have stolen their title.  Among a handful of writing I have submitted for publication over the years, only this was chosen for publication.  I pray this means that my testimony is touching a life or two out there.  I will never know in this life, but the privilege of worshipping God on paper is in itself a reward beyond compare.

Simply put, there is nothing more miraculous, more significant to me, than the marvelous result from the collision between a person's hurt and his/her healer.  It took me much too long to realize who that healer is - not a friend, not someone who pretends to be a friend, not a psychologist, nor a bottle filled with booze or pills.  Now that I know Jesus is the healer of all our hurts - no matter how big or small - I can't help but to share the cure with others.  The One who took upon His flesh the sins of the world knows a thing or two about hurt.  The One who rose from the dead, tearing the veil separating us from God, also knows a thing or two about healing.  Thank you, Lord, for loving us...for loving me...that much.

Haven't heard "The Hurt and the Healer"?  Take a listen:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeNSlQWdgec&feature=related

Blessings to all,
Becky