The cell phone sings out its tone, indicating a message has been
left. Fingers quickly go to pushing the numbers and letters on the screen,
communication activated. Minutes pass and no one realizes that all around the
dinner table the scene from each seat is the same. A small screen held between
two hands, a slight glow of blue light reflecting up to each face. After a
little more lingering with occasional pauses to slip the fork again into the
mouth, deeply engaged in private conversation, dinner is finished and the
people turn their separate ways and return to their respective individual lives.
Though, in fact, they never left their own insulated worlds to engage with
anyone else, not even to break bread and give thanks.
Christmas shopping done with no lines, only a few clicks, and a
charge through some unseen, yet not imagined network. No reason to brave the
cold, plan with friends. I mean, the only friends one really needs can be found
on Facebook. There one can live a life imagined. Whoever they desire to be can
be the presentation they give. Wild and free, perpetually beautiful in 1000 “duckface”
selfies, happy family, happy pets, mom of pets, mom of six, healthy, sexy, with
someone who is sexy. In fact, why would one even need flesh and bone friends.
Fewer “off screen” friends just limit the amount of shopping that must be done.
And, anyways, they distract from the games on the computer. So little time. So
many computer games. Interacting with society just limits the ability to fully connect
with your Mac or PC.
And it is all so quick. So many things done with just a click.
What did we ever do before we had devices like this. Cords. We did corded
telephones. Cords were so binding. And before that it was the dark ages, and I
wasn’t alive, so I don’t know what those poor souls did.
What is really amazing is how we get so much done, but still don’t
have enough time. So many friends, but few real friends. So efficient, and yet
still not completing life as we had hoped. How does that work? We don’t even
have to wait for a pause for a breath between words like we did in the old days,
we just read the rapid fire texts to keep up with friends. But there is
something lost when you laugh alone at a friend’s post online, and can’t laugh
together. There is something that feeds a friendship about a good snort,
breathing warm life into the both of you. And you miss them when you close the
door to part ways. All that is lost when all your friends are online, make
believe friends. You never really miss them. They sometimes catch your
thoughts, but rarely really steal your heart.
And then there are the families, texting one from upstairs to the
one a level down. The kids see the list of things to do, but they don’t feel
the love of the parent. There is communication, but it is unintentional –
squished in between sports games, trips to the refrigerator, and a quick rush
of gifts on Christmas morning. Not enough time or energy for discipline, at
least not the consistent kind. But kids are resilient, they’ll probably grow up
fine, right?
And the worst is that we think that because all of the rest of
life is a fast food, right now mentality in which the only relationships which
are often maintained are superficial, we believe that God will find that
acceptable too. So, we say a quick prayer here and there, mostly in a genie
like manner when we need a parking place, or when our team is down a few
points. And then expect that such, combined with fulfilling the obligation of
church (when we have time enough to fit it in) entitles us to good graces with
the Father. We make God small, because we have only a few crevices left in life
in which to fit Him into. And then we know Him shallowly, call on him
superficially during times of need, and expect Him then to be a God who makes
all our dreams come true. We have confused the short lived pleasures of visiting
Disney, with the everlasting delight of living relationally connected with the
Father.
But He has a bigger, more costly, more fulfilling agenda than we
usually like to acknowledge. And He invites the weary, broken, tired, and
scarred into it. He offers rest, but not a 10 minute cat nap. Rather a soul at
rest in both hurricane force winds and sunny, pleasant days. He welcomes into
relationship. But there is nothing superficial in this offer. It is a bit
unfair, I will admit, for He enters the relationship with complete knowledge of
our deepest parts and we begin with only glimpses of His character. Most
interestingly, as we grow closer, we only see more and more how big He is, and
though we know Him better and better, He only feels bigger and bigger, and we always
smaller. Though we try to hide our
faults and failures, He knows them all. He is not interested in mere
trivialities found in acquaintance-ship. He is always a strange mix of bruising
and healing, ease and tension, work and rest, play and seriousness, comfort and
a sandpaper rub. But never is He coldness, never careless, never unloving. And
with Him, we are always part ourselves - plain, ordinary, sometimes dirty and
much less than we would wish - and part
the best of who we could ever hope to be. In fact, He wants the best for us,
and the best from us. He is strange that way, always wanting to better us,
sharpen us, strengthen us. Indeed, one of His dear qualities is that He is not
one to leave well enough alone. No, if He welcomes us, it will change us.
Delightful, yet painful is His love. But I suppose all real love is. His
relationship will test and try, as He has done from the very beginning. Not a
kind of twisting such as a desire to break into pieces, but more of a process
of refining, like obtaining pure metal by putting it through the terrible heat
of fire.
I want to be better. To be known. To be accepted. To be made
right. And yet, all this takes time, and process. It is not something rapid.
But it is something that, in its finality, shapes well. It is enduring. The
problem, though, is that He only offers it as a long walk, through all of life.
Not only when we are aware of our need, but at all times. No, it doesn’t really
work to order Him around as if in the drive thru on the way to work. In fact,
He never has seemed the sort to take orders at all. But He has said that He
hears the humble, and that if a man draws near, seeking beyond all else to know
Him, then indeed he is welcome into relationship. He offers that man may engage
Him in conversation. And yet, it isn’t the kind of conversation that we often
desire. Answers are not immediate, nor always are they clear. Sometimes he
answers with a story, or parable. And often we only see that He answered as we
look back behind us. It seems once in a while that He wasn’t paying attention
at all while we were talking to Him – but of course I guess He could say that
sometimes it doesn’t appear that we were paying any attention to Him while He was
talking to us either. And in truth, the latter has been indeed true many a time,
though the aforementioned never once has been. And besides the guidance that we’ve
specifically asked for, He has given us page after page of lessons, counsel,
warnings, promises, direction, and command. But, turning page after page to see
what His thoughts are takes…time.
So, too many of us don’t want what He offers, at least not on His
terms. But, alas, the only way that relationship comes is on the eternally
assigned conditions, set up by Him. It
isn’t a quick fix. No, that it isn’t. Not duct tape on the pipe. It is a real fix. In the long haul, it requires
effort, and diligence, and persistence. But really all of relationship with Him
is founded on faith. Believing the unseen. It can be so hard to believe what is
not seen, so many desire no part of that. Unless they are out in the cold snow,
heavily bundled in coat, hat, and gloves. Then, it is all too desirous to see
the exhaled air lifted from their nose and mouth in a funny little white puff.
Something unseen, yet quite obviously going in and out with every deep breath.
But now away from silly things and back to the matter at hand. Faith. It is too
much for so many.
And then there is time. It takes too much time to really seek Him.
Many a night I would rather fall asleep under the covers than truly take the
time to talk with Him seriously. And after a few weeks of relatively little
deep conversation, I have wondered, “why does it feel a bit distant here
recently?” And then I remember, that I pushed Him away a little as I put the
phone on the bedside table (to be sure I was available if any important text
came through) and pulled the covers up. At first He didn’t mind much cause He
knew that I was oh so tired. But honestly many of those nights I was just too
lazy. Too lazy to talk, too lazy to listen. He saw that I seemed to want some
space, so He gave it to me. That is how we are, not willing to invest time.
Pulled away by small connections, small warmth and small hopes of just a little
rest. When He is offering us better connections, better warmth, and complete
rest.
There are many things in life are so useful, and can be so
distracting. In their own realms, it is difficult enough to maintain boundaries
to keep the important things important. Family, and friends, and loves should
be pursued, for they are worth it. How much more is our relationship with God
worth? Whatever it is that holds us back from full devotion and pursuit are
just small things through the view of an eternal lens. How greatly He has loved
us. Endless writing couldn’t contain even the love shown in the life of Christ.
And then, far less, yet still infinite are His provision, care, and love shown a
thousand times over each day that we live. He is worthy of continually being
our first affection, first desire, and first priority.