INTRODUCTION: Death, the Only Frontier….
At some point, in all of our walks…we have to do hard things, things that challenge the fabric of the flesh we still hide within. This is the spiritual equal to being backed into a corner with no way out. Our sinful skin and polluted minds need to be locked into solitary confinement, where there is no way out. Sometimes the best answer is no answer. Sometimes the best exit is having no exit at all. I wish I could force-feed the message to the Body of Christ, “Go…deliberately put yourself in the most outlandish circumstances possible…be in over your head…be left with no options…be brazenly deliberate, then, in crying out to God!”
God is not really our God until He is ALL IN ALL. This means ALL we have. Our ONLY way. Our ONLY option. This is why He calls Himself jealous. We should have no backup plans before Him, nary a plan B. How fatal it is for us fools, to not NEED Him. If we don’t NEED Him, grope for Him like a newborn for its mother’s touch, we will settle for pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps. We…oh God, no…we will settle.
Why get more…when getting less seems like so much more.
My plans are good Lord, just You wait and see! Yeah…right. How many times this has failed and flopped before, but let’s try just one more time. We cannot. We are so famously pathetic at mapping our own course. There is no way it will work. Even if it is enshrouded in garnished Scripture. Even if it wears “faith talk” like a robe and not-so-wise counsel like an aluminum foil crown.
Tricksy. Entombed in humanism. False. Bull-hockey. Blasphemous. Tomfoolery. And ever other kind of foolery! These are our ways compared to His. Why can’t we see the complete lack, the complete lack of trust and sinkingly little faith. As if He would pull back His generous hand the second we reached out.
I believe, in these days, we have put the Son of God back up on the cross and told Him to stay there…mostly because He has said, “The greatest joy in your life will come from your most publicized deaths.” He won’t let flesh glory before His throne; likewise, He will not let non-cornered, earth-born ideas accomplish His will. No, He will not.
So…ignorant, illiterate wretch…nowadays Christian…go die. Go somewhere out in the middle of nowhere or right in the middle of somewhere and empty your pockets, unload, dump all those great ideas out of your fat head…and stand there naked and die. Die on purpose, as if it were the greatest venture a man or woman could ever be about. Die with no contestation on your lips…with poured out heart and mind. Go! Die sweet filth-monger. Die, you pathetic excuse for someone who actually thinks they know how all this works. Be stripped bare. Denuded in all your vain pomp. Be made a mockery outside the camp. Be likened until your Lord…as if you actually dare to call Him that even though You won’t let Him tell you what to do.
Fathom that, you undead hellion, a Christian not acting like He has a Lord AND a Savior!!! What a thought. Oh, and we do it all the time. We crave a Savior, bleeding and gutted, and despise—at the exact same time—His mastering Lordship. My friend, you have Lordship issues.
The issue is that you are piloting the ship. And your Lord is strapped to the mast, gagged and bagged…so you can no longer hear His direction and pleading.
And I, baring my own shame at this fact, would like to say…
“Shame on you, shame on me…let’s do better.”