Better Than a Dream

More than that, I now regard all things as liabilities compared to the far greater value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things- indeed, I regard them as dung! (Philippians 3:8 NET_FL)

I drew the energy of the stars into a business plan for a human resources company. We would do everything God’s way. This company would treat people with dignity and donate profits to Christian missions. A baby company was conceived.

There were sharp labor pains. I invested everything, and borrowed beyond prudence. There were contractions of litigation and lack of market share. After much travail, the new company wiggled in excitement. We nursed it to profitability. During the company’s teenage years, however, sleepless nights returned. Clients failed to pay, and finances grew rebellious.

“You’ve had your dream, now wake up. I’ll show you real life,” God said. 

My eyes came open. Up to that point, I had no true purpose, eternal possessions, or real power. I sold the business at a loss and was ordained into the pastorate. Now I deal in commodities of truth, store treasures in heaven, and wrestle demons for human souls.

My vain dream was to build a company until I achieved material prosperity while honoring God on the side. My waking life is an ever-mounting adventure of ministry centered on faith, hope, and love. The death of my self-wrought dream was my greatest loss, and my greatest gain.

Prayer: Jesus, help me lose everything for a bigger life with you.

Cyclone of Sin

And have mercy on those who waver; save others by snatching them out of the fire; have mercy on others, coupled with a fear of God, hating even the clothes stained by the flesh. (Jude 1:22-23 NET_FL)

Dani and I hunkered over a tea candle as another blast shook the house. Our eyes widened in awe of the wind’s power. Cyclone Winston was the largest in South Pacific history. The eye passed between the islands but we felt the wrath of radiating bands of horizontal rain. Every tree was shredded, many buildings collapsed, most brave hearts trembled.

Sin is like a cyclone. It shreds life. No one escapes the devastating consequences. Sometimes we are caught in the eye where the source of our suffering is clear. A drunk driver runs over a toddler. The sin of drunkenness destroyed a child.

Other times bands radiate from sin to cause general misery. A father is addicted to alcohol and his children inherit the curse down to the third generation. Abuse, codependency, and addictions haunt the extended family The source of the pain goes undiagnosed and is absorbed into the morass of a dysfunctional planet. It’s the radiating bands of hardship and we’re not sure of the exact epicenter.

Whether it’s the natural consequences of a specific sin or the general trials of life in a cursed world, every sin results in suffering. Even my petty gossip and callous indifference cause anguish for myself and others.

It’s time for me to weep over the devastation around me. To weep for the suffering souls I know, to weep for my own hurts, and most of all, to weep because I’m part of the problem. I have to recognize the terrible results of sin and hate rebellion even as God hates it. A spiritual cyclone is destroying those I love and this life is my only chance to defy it.

Prayer: Mighty Christ, let me stand against the cyclone of sin.

Peace or Resistance

Do not be anxious about anything. Instead, in every situation, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, tell your requests to God. And the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7 NET_FL)

Josef’s brown Fijian cheeks bulge with kissable baby fat. The universe spins around the dimples of his smile. Right now, however, his wide nose and fuzzy head are furrowed as he lets out a low-pitched cry, like he’s trying to hold it in but can’t. At two years old, he doesn’t have words for why he’s hurting, doesn’t even know the reason himself. If he knew what it was, he couldn’t fix the problem anyway. He is totally dependent on his mother, Losana.

Losana, hears her son’s wail and recognizes the problem. She knows her precious son better than he knows himself. He recently ate, but now he’s tired and nothing in his world is right when fatigue hits his little body. Losana knows what Josef needs long before he does.

God knows my needs better than Losana knows Josef’s. I complain and cry, but he knows what my eternal soul needs most, even when I can’t articulate it myself. He knows my history, my circumstances, and my heart. Even if I fully understood my problems, I couldn’t fix them. I’m totally dependent on him.

God knows better than me what to do for me. But will I let him, or will I stiffen and wail? Peace or resistance, I can only choose one. Do I have God’s peace concerning my trials, or am I resisting his timing and methods? Which Josef am I? The dimpled smiling one, or the contorted bawling one?

Prayer: Father, I am small, you are great.

Obsession

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of respect, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if something is excellent or praiseworthy, think about these things. (Philippians 4:8 NET_FL)

A seedy thought runs through my mind. A small fear, a bite of hate, a worldly itch. My conscience rebukes my imagination and the thought scurries toward the door. Before the exit, however, it ducks into the shadow and sneaks around to the front of my ideas. Round and round the thought courses my synapses, cutting a path deeper with each lap. An obsession is born.

Some obsessions wear white coats. Family, sports, and music are gifts from God, but when they displace worship of Jesus, they are black obsessions in white coats. Most anything or anybody can become an obsession. Whatever we spend the most time thinking about is our obsession. We’re an obsessive people. We should wear name badges that say, hello, my name is … my obsession is … 

Obsessiveness can, however, be our best trait.

Jesus Christ, the crucified King who defines love, is the one pure target of my obsession. I want to let thoughts of him swirl around my mind. I want his sacrifice and his majesty to consume me. He accepts me as I am, stays at my side, and whispers words of correction with love—this is the mental cud I’m meant to chew. 

There is only one who can fulfill me. He is the one who is true, worthy of respect, just, pure, lovely, commendable, excellent, and praiseworthy. Jesus is the one I’m to think about—my true obsession.

Prayer: Jesus, may I fixate on you alone.