It was the most unsettling feeling; like walking in on someone or someplace that you were never meant to be. The image was so striking that it stayed with me long after it had passed, perhaps for the sole purpose of writing this post.
I was alone in my car, the radio was off and my cell phone had purposefully been placed on silent. I needed time to process and I had planned in my mind to spend this car ride reflecting on a struggle I had previously faced the day before that had yet to leave me. It was a spiritual attack from the evil one I was sure. I knew I had the weapons needed, but so often in the midst of a struggle we become paralyzed by fear. Afraid to move because there is still that small doubt within us that wonders if our weapons of faith will fail us. My faith at times is so weak. I hate that about me.
Deep in thought I noticed the red truck that was a good distance ahead of me, but that was not what caught my eye. Just beyond the truck on a low lying branch perched what looked to be 5 or more vultures standing as stiff as statues as the vehicle approached. The instant the truck had passed they all simultaneously swooped down and began pecking away at a dead armadillo only to swoop back to their lofty perch once my minivan came on the seen. I'm actually surprised that they did not try to follow me, because I am fairly certain that the stench of death likely mimics that of my van. It is a struggle with four kids and a three legged dog ok.
I could not get the image out of my mind and in the midst of my struggle I believe God was speaking something very profound to me. It is not about you. Seriously, it is not about you. Even when you make it about you, it still is not about you. I love you.
I love to write, since as far back as I can remember collections of words were like an art to me. Placing them together in different ways to create a beautiful picture of something I was going through was and still is something that brings great joy to my heart. It is a place to fully be known and even if it is only to the paper you are writing on. Yet lately it has become a fear, one of many that I have tucked away within my heart only to share with a select few that know the me I really want to be, but also the me that I sometimes am.
These few know that every time I write a blog I am scared to post it. These few know that I greatly fear what others may think of me. Will it encourage anyone? Will people judge me if I am honest and allow my mess to be known? Will they not also judge me if I portray myself as having it all together? Truly I am in a conundrum. Perhaps the answer is to just be silent. Perhaps this desire within me to write is not from God. Yet gently He whispers, “YOU STILL THINK IT IS ABOUT YOU, WHY DO YOU SEEK TO PLEASE MEN?”
But what if I and you and the entire body of Christ lived as though we believed James 1:17, “Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” How might this change the way we view ourselves and others? What if we began to see the talents in ourselves and others truly as the talents and gifts of God?
For me, I would no longer be tempted to take the glory as if somehow I had accomplished something. It is all about God, anything good is from God. We would no longer fill the need to peck and devour others that are willing to be used by God, for God. We would actually seek out ways to encourage one another, spurring them on in any and every way, because when their lights shine it is actually God who is shining.
Much like the staff of Moses. If by his own power he sought to free the Israelites the staff would have
been rendered useless. Yet with God this staff became the symbol of freedom, not because of Moses’
power, it was always God, Moses was simply a willing vessel. Was there moments along the way when Moses forgot the source of his power? Most certainly there were. Were there times when he made horrific mistakes that cost him greatly, we all know that he did, but he remained a willing vessel through it all.
When we think back to the parting of the Red Sea, we are not at all tempted to shame Moses for being a show boat, why? Because we know without doubt that the Power was in God and God alone.
Why is it so hard for us to view our brothers and sisters this way? Why are there so many jealousies within the body? So often we assume to know the heart and motives of people and judge them accordingly. Like vultures in waiting for dead carcass we wait for them to fail or succeed and then peck away at them in the name of Jesus.
The reason this is hard is the very same reason I fear to write. We still think it is about us as a-posed to what God in His great power can do through us. We still think that God might need our help deciphering who's motives are pure and whose are not. We compete and strategize. We draw lines and borders in the name of “denominations” when all the while we were meant to exist together in complete unity with the fullness of joy as we watch every body part shine for the glory of God.
There will always be vultures among us because we live in a fallen world and we are fleshly creatures. You along with myself will at times believe the lofty branch looks appealing. You will be tempted to surround yourselves with people who are more than willing to sit up there with you and peck away at what is wrong with everyone else, but I can tell you from experience that it is a pretty miserable place to be and the food is less than appetizing. That branch leaves you cynical and unable to see the goodness of God in others. It is also a lonely place, because no one can measure up to your own standards, so pretty soon you are there alone. If you find yourself assuming the worst of just about everyone then perhaps you have accidentally made your way to that lofty branch and God is telling you to come down. Perhaps He has greater things in store for you. He wants you to fly.
He wants to give you wings like eagles. I so desperately want to be like the eagle and I want to fly with eagles beside me. Soaring high above the dusty road where animals rot and seeing the big picture. Gods picture. Seeing the vastness of Gods goodness and how it spreads far and wide among His people. I want to see Moses’s everywhere I look and speak life into them encouraging them to speak even when they are afraid because I know that God loves to use his people to do
extraordinary things. Our talents and gifts are not our own, they are reflections of our Father spread
out across the world that we might simply be willing like Moses to hand over our staff to the one who gives it power.
Back to that quiet road a few weeks back I heard God whispering these things to my heart, I will share them with you. You are fearful because you think the power is in your ability and you are also fearful because you care more about what others think of you than what I think of you. I see someone who is self seeking and self promoting, but I also see into the depths of your heart to the soul of a woman that longs to have a pure heart like that of David. You cannot get there by yourself, you need Me in every moment of your day less you mess things up. Cast it all on me and give me the burdens that plague your heart and Pursue me alone. Write with all of your heart as though I am your only audience.
So this question I leave with you, are you afraid? What staff is in your life that you fear to give over to God and allow Him to breath life and power into it?
If you sing, sing for God with all your heart.
If you speak, speak for God with all your heart.
If you encourage, encourage everyone that crosses your path.
If you paint, paint until your fingers bleed for God.
If you play music, fill the heavens with the praise of His name with all your heart.
If you_______ do it for God like your life depends on it.
Fly with eagles. They will gently remind you when you forget who it is about. Fly with eagles. They see the big picture, the true YOU you desire to be.
To all the eagles that fly with me, I thank you! Soaring new heights with you and building up the body of Christ is the best way to live this life. Now until eternity!