Showing posts with label Hunger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hunger. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 June 2013

HERE COME THE BROKEN part 2



If you want to learn about pursuit, there's no one better placed than God Himself to learn from. From the beginning of time, God has been steady pursuing mankind to redeem, restore and to reconcile us back to the place that He ordained and set for us. And we know by now that He never grows weary of doing that which He has promised and that He is not a man that He should lie or change His mind. So from everlasting to everlasting, His heart is for you with an ageless Love that He reveals to you in every season of your life.

To pursue in Hebrew is translated as "Radaph" which means to “to follow, to run after, to chase” or, quite literally, “to hunt you down.”

Matthew 9:37-38 AMPLIFIED VERSION

"Then He said to His disciples, The harvest is indeed plentiful, but the laborers are few. So pray to the Lord of the harvest to force out and thrust laborers into His harvest.

Does it make sense why He (Lover of souls) is moved to force out and thrust labourers into the harvest? It's because every soul in need of redemption and an encounter with Christ counts. Each and every one.

Here's the thing though: We don't "radaph" lost souls much because we ourselves don't "radaph" hard after God much. Christians are called followers of Christ but do we really chase after and steady hunt down God because only He matters and satisfies? This is the one reason David was called a man after God's own heart. Nothing else mattered to him but God and God alone. The problem is, we're not hungry.

Hungry people don't have etiquette. They're not proper. Their hunger cannot be hidden. If the refugee camps are anything to go by, when food shows up, there's a struggle in the camp to get to it. If only His people hungered for Him like that...

What about when God shows up?
Are we conscious of His presence?
How do we respond to Him?

We forget easily. One time past, you were a wandering heart wildly chasing after the illusion of a better life before you finally ran right into the arms of God.

There is a selfishness resident in every ungodly contentment. It's the contentment that makes us stay when we are called to move. It's the contentment that makes us look away when the wail of a sick heart pierces our ears. It's the contentment that makes us watch a soul fade away.

The simple truth is that the great commission begins where you are. It's not for you to pack suitcases and leave to far away countries when people outside your doorstep are perishing. Our God is a God of charity. And charity (love) begins at home. And the message of love is the message of Christ. Of a Love that breaks boundaries, a Love that covers sin, a Love that redeems and restores stretching wider than our imaginations.

Increase your radius. Where you are right now, God needs to use you if you are willing, available and obedient. That's the genesis of the great commission (Acts 2:44-47) Because God saves the limping ones and gathers the outcasts. He draws them to Himself (Zephaniah 3:19-20) His heart is for them even when all they see are broken bones, wounds and shame. God loves people more than anything. 

But how will they know what they have not heard?
Even more, how can we preach what we are yet to fully trust and believe?

Our "radaph" is incomplete because we don't trust the reputation of the One who choreographed all life to brings us back to Himself. 

Yet His message of love is simple: He desires you above all else. You. Not things. Not doings. You. Just you. This is the simple message at which burdens that coil around a life fall. It is the message that wipes years of shame, guilt and regret from our faces. That we mean everything to Him. 

And we cannot preach what we ourselves do not know. We need a personal revelation of God's immeasurable boundless Love. We need to thirst after God until His heart is bare before us. Until our heart is like His - beating with the same passions and desires as His own. It's the only way that we will passionately minister to the lost about Christ. It's the only way that we will see the broken as He does: People aching for perfect Love that never fails. And we will know where to lead them - right to His Heart.

Friday, 14 June 2013

HERE COME THE BROKEN part 1


Most nights, you can be sure to find me gathering manna. Wildly surfing for strong words to feast on is the only way I know how to spend the early hours of my day. And that's how I stumbled upon a video a brilliant mind I had met and known in University had shared on his Facebook profile. It was a snippet of a video documentary his boyfriend is currently working on about transexuals in Kenya. I had to click it. And I watched silently fighting back tears as my lungs groped about for air. In the video, his words.. Her words were coloured with reckless surrender of a soul seizing the day with undertones of pain tucked so deep you might miss it if you aren't keen enough.

Loneliness. It's its own kind of muck that clings so close to the soul. We all want to be accepted and understood and will do anything just to find a semblance of home in this cold cold world. And that's the ache in humanity not just gay people, lesbians and transexuals, whether we know it or not. Like them, we're all looking for home and family and acceptance but we each take different paths to find it.

An unfamiliar heaviness settled in my spirit. It became so clear to me. The wound of the world is this: to love and be loved in return. But the fallen state of humanity makes our love broken, carvenous, in need of a completeness that fills us. And when we turn to everything else but God, our love is drawn empty.

Matthew 9:37-38

"Then He said to His disciples, The harvest is indeed plentiful, but the laborers are few. So pray to the Lord of the harvest to force out and thrust laborers into His harvest.

Those words echoed in me. "The labourers are few..." Christ, moved with compassion, ached for the souls yet to enter His kingdom. He was in need of labourers. He was in need of me.

But will I heed His call?
Will I allow Him to thrust me out into the harvest or will I kick and scream when He elevates me to a place of being entrusted with souls? 
If I step out of my life for a moment and see through His eyes, will I see them as He does? 
Sheep in desperate need for a shepherd? 
How deep is my love? 
Can I love them like a waterfall, raging and without bounds, just like He does?

Because they're coming... They're not so far away.. And my heart's already breaking for them...

They are in search of their identity, searching for completeness, searching for acceptance any which way...

The crack that is the source of their pain became wide and gaping with time. They're lost in a canyon of their hurt. 

No one ever told them they're wonderful just as they are. Not the voices that mattered at least. No one told them that they're perfect just as God made them. The world points fingers so they doubt. And they choose to be different to fit in only to stand out. A crowd of lonely people looking for love. 

God never makes mistakes. I wish they knew that. I wish they believed that. But faith and trust are words far removed from their vocabulary. I wish they knew that perfect peace is a surrender away. That healing and an end to all the anguish is a door away if they open up and let God in. Only He can fix what is broken. Only He knows where it hurts most. Only He knows how to end it. Only He can begin again with you...

Tonight, my heart is breaking... And if my heart is breaking like this I can only imagine the ache in His heart for their souls...

Lord of the Harvest, Lover of souls, prepare me. That I may lead them straight to you in their weary journey.

Part 2 here
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