Monday, February 16, 2009

Playing the Field

 You remember that phrase, "playing the field"? People used it for individuals who would date multiple people at one time. It's a little old schooly for people around my age, but I've heard it. It's funny though, many of us may have never heard the phrase, but sadly most of us do it. I don't mean we go around falling instantly in love with everyone we meet. I mean that we are always playing the field on God, seeking lovers that we deem more satisfying than Him.

Ever read Hosea? Definitely one of my favs from the Old Testament. It's this story of a guy named Hosea who's a single old prophet dude. Well one day God tells Him to go out and marry a harlot, a professional player of the field, and have field children. Well, as ridiculous as it must have sounded, Hosea obeyed and married the lady of the night. They had children of the night. And during their marriage, Hosea's wife constantly leaves to play the field yet again. But every time as God commands, Hosea goes back and redeems her.

Sounding familiar? It should. We're all ladies and gentlemen of the night. We play the field looking for lovers to satisfy us, when it is truly only God who completely satisfies. Know why? Because as Tobymac put it, we were made to love Him. When we try to love other things more, we're miserable and left desperate from failed attempts at love. Whether we try and find it in money, clothes, accolades, or simply love from this world, we can gain it all but we'll do nothing but lose our souls in the process. We ignore and seek others and God patiently waits for us to love Him first again. Look at the words He says to Hosea in 3:1, "Go again, love a woman who is loved by another man and is an adulteress, even as the Lord loves the children of Israel, though they turn to other gods and loves cakes of raisin."

In the same way Hosea continues to love his wife though she's constantly unfaithful to him, God does the same with us. I don't know about this cakes of raisin stuff, but we do exchange the great fulfillment found it God for menial things found here that will never truly satisfy. Our playing of the field is useless and the game is never won. It gets old, it gets tiring. Aren't you tired? Thankfully, God promises rest for the weary, if only we turn our hearts to Him. As Augustine so rightfully said universally for all mankind, "You have made us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You."

Monday, February 2, 2009

Jesus, Take the Wheel

I've got to be honest, I'm not a fan of country music. My abundance of melanin doesn't allow me such a taste. Kidding, it isn't a racial thing, I just don't like it. Don't really like the "Jesus Take the Wheel" song either, but hey, you like it I love it. Just thought it'd be a neat title for the little story I wanted to tell you guys. This isn't something I came up with but I thought it was such a beautiful and quick allegory that is so applicable to my life right now and may be to yours as well. I don't know the precise wording so if you've heard it, forgive me for any erroneous parts I include. Well lets get to it shall we:

There was once a man and a woman(...original!). They met and began dating. Eventually the man and woman got more and more serious, became engaged and eventually were married. During their time of dating, the woman would always sit right next to the man while riding in his car. As they grew from just dating to being engaged, she unknowingly sat a little further away. As they became married and over a period of years, she gradually sat further and further away to eventually she was sitting in the passenger's seat.

One day, on the way to the grocery store, the woman looks over to the man as asks him, "We used to sit so close to each other. What happened?" The man looks over to the woman, smiles, and answers her, "Well dear, I've always sat here. It was you who moved, not me."

I couldn't believe how beautifully accurate this little story was in showing the Christian life. We are just like the wife. In the beginning we're lost in love with God, but it seems that over time that passion dies down. We slide further and further away from God until one day we look over and wonder what happened. But just like the husband, God was always right there. It was not Him who moved, it was us. And praise God that He never moves, that He's always right there waiting for us to slide back over to Him.