You know that crushing feeling you get when things aren’t ok?
Someone is mad at you. You messed up. You find out a close friend is speaking badly of you. You got laid off at work. Your parents don’t support you. Unexpected bills. unexpected trauma.
Shame, anger, pain, or self pity, followed by powerful cravings that crash over you like a tidal wave.
The crave to watch porn for comfort, smoke a joint for the rush, post a photo for flattery, down two bottles for the escape, drown in work or gamble all your money away.
It doesn’t even have to be that dramatic. That self pity and emptiness that chases us to the corner to drown our sorrow or pain has many outlets.
It doesn’t matter what that outlet is, but if God is not the wing I hide under, I will automatically search for excitement, comfort, and praise in other means, even if it means ultimately forfeiting my joy for destruction.
Every human craves safety, pleasure, and purpose. It’s the nature of humanity. We are not random. We have a blueprint.
We fool ourselves to believe it’s all a trick of misery from the big Man upstairs. We feel the constant fight to say “no” to the things we crave, and “yes” to the things we know are right, yet feel so dull.
We feel trapped in a fight we can’t win, an illusion of victory we never reach. An illusion is only a shadow, a misconception, a twisting of something true. God never designed us for something He couldn’t complete. He never created us for pleasure He couldn’t provide.
If God fashioned us with His DNA, and His DNA craves relationship with His blood, we crave Him. We will never be complete until we come back to Him.
We send searching people to the wolves when we place the burden of disillusionment on them, as a result of our own ignorance of design and inexperience in the pleasure of God. People will stay far from God if they believe He is no fun and is just waiting for us to mess up. It’s not God giving sinners that impression; it’s us.
“Come on kids, stop watching destructive porn, but don’t you dare get up and dance when you feel the Holy Spirit.”
If we give the picture of God, the fierce judge, instead of the Creator of pleasure, no one will ever be fulfilled and feasting in His pleasure.
Psalms 34:8 says “TASTE and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the one who RUNS to Him.”
God likens His love relationship with us to a marriage. He knows us. In case you didn’t realize, the Bible translation of “know” is often closely associated to sex. No getting around that.
I hope I don’t get in trouble for blowing the “untouchable,” proper picture of God out of the water, but the realization that my Creator craves pleasure is life altering. God invented the party. Heaven is a dance floor. Joy is what I get high on. I know that sounds like a shocking, contemporary interpretation of God, but think about.
Society falls hard for things that can’t satisfy because the need is real. The brokenness we see in society is only a manifestation of a false reality, a counterfeit of something outrageously euphoric they have never experienced.
Am I likening God to a drug? Maybe, but not really. There is nothing new under the sun. God was around before drugs. Is it possible that God can thrill us, give us euphoric joy better than some plant He made?
Lack of tangible reality is a huge turnoff for people with real needs. Any other religion can offer static monotony. The difference between Jesus and other religions is that we have tangible, relational access to Him. Modern Christianity would only attempt to dumb down the tangible effects of being possessed by the Holy Spirit as a result of their own inexperience in the glory.
Humans need to experience pleasure in Christ. It’s the only way counterfeit pleasure will ever lose its pull.
I’m not saying act like a maniac to attract souls. Paul even said to spend more time prophesying in public than speaking in tongues so outsiders could understand and be edified and encountered by God. Understand what I’m saying.
I just think we need to get real. However God wants to work, we need to let Him if we expect to love God and love people well.
Skip the soul marketing strategy. It’s fresh water that satisfies, and we can’t give it away if we aren’t drinking it ourselves.
Onlookers at Pentecost thought believers were crazy drunks, not because they were wasted, but because of how God was wrecking them. We don’t have to try to conjure up some outward statement. We just need to be wrecked by God and pass it on. In this context, “wrecked” is a good thing. 🙂
I hate a gospel too complicated for children.
I’m getting off the “keep your pants zipped” speech and get on the Living Water train. He satisfies.
Why waste time fighting a fight we can’t win? I prefer supernatural transformation over behavioral modification. That’s a fight that’s already been won.
If I can’t see the difference between the sin people do and the spirit they are, I’ll never help them manifest their true identity in Christ.
God is not found in methods or behavioral pursuits. He is accessed by simple faith.
The journey is not a victory audition. The power (the victory) is not the reward for the journey. He is the unmerited Reward. That Reward, a constant encounter, empowers the journey.
The garment of praise and the pure banner of love over us entreats people to step into the glory of marriage with Jesus for themselves. No project. No marketing strategy. Just real, Living Water.
I need His precious Presence every minute, every second.
Escape in the flesh makes me feel worth something for a moment, but the following emptiness is like a thousand deaths.
Life in Christ is like a death with a thousand resurrections of all that was once lost.
Get high on joy. Get immersed in His presence. Get drunk on His pure love.
Let the Lover of your soul love you.
Your love is better than wine,
headier than your aromatic oils.
The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook.
No wonder everyone loves to say your name!
Take me away with you! Let’s run off together!
An elopement with my King-Lover!
We’ll celebrate, we’ll sing,
we’ll make great music.
…Then you must protect me from the foxes,
foxes on the prowl,
Foxes who would like nothing better
than to get into our flowering garden.
My lover is mine, and I am his.
Nightly he strolls in our garden,
Delighting in the flowers
until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
A Lovers Song-The Bible