I know this may be a girl thing, but I have suspicions that
guys enjoy this as well; they just don’t talk about it like girls do. But, don’t
you just love when you can have a good, long conversation with a close friend? Do
you know what I’m talking about? Where you sit and listen to what’s going on in
your friend’s life. The little things, the hard things, whatever comes up. And then they do the same for you. You can talk
about anything. It’s all comfortable. You know you’re safe. You know the other
person cares and that you won’t be rejected or judged. It’s a great feeling.
After a conversation like that, everything looks better.
I find myself missing out on this in my relationship with
God. In our society, and culture, we’re constantly carrying on trivial
conversations with each other. And we often need to have heart-to-hearts to
keep ourselves sane. But, I don’t do this with God. Sure, I think about him, I
try to pray to him. But it isn’t a conversation.
My grandma has a favorite saying she likes to rebuke us grandkids
with when she thinks we’re being antisocial. She says, “Conversations is like a
game of catch. You can’t hold onto it, you have to pass it back.” And she’s
right, no matter how much that rubbed the wrong way when she offered it as
advice. When you have a conversation, you share a little bit of yourself with
someone who returns the gift. You give and you get. You learn and you teach.
After talking with someone, you know them better than before.
Why don’t we talk with God? How are we supposed to know him
if we don’t speak with him? How are we supposed to know what he’s like, and what
his perspective on everything is, if we give him the cold shoulder? Now...there
are several ways to carry on a conversation with God. He reveals himself to use
through the beauty of his creation. His actual words in the Bible. And how the
Holy Spirit works in us and in our daily circumstances.
Have you ever thought about luck? People attribute a lot of
things to our friend Luck. Now, Luck has an evil twin, as I’m sure you’ve
heard. So between him and his twin, they encompass just about everything good
and bad random things that happen to us. Funny thing about that. Luck, doesn’t
exist. Every good and perfect thing comes from our Lord. It’s not luck, it’s
God. What about the bad? Well... Our world is fallen, bad is the sad, unnatural
state of things at the moment, and will remain so until the day that our Savior
returns. The little things that people commonly attribute to Luck, they’re
really God’s work. If we would take notice, and give him the credit, we would
see his hand in things so much more.
Now, back to the conversation. The hypothetical ball of our
conversation with God rests in our hands. How do we pass it? How do we get it
back? Praying is a funny thing. It’s associated with pleading and groveling to
God. Now, I don’t mean that in a bad way... But when you pray you’re supposed
to confess your sins, throw a couple of praises in, and make your petitions. Now I’m generalizing, and I know that’s
shallow, the truth is, that’s what my perspective loosely was about a year ago.
I knew praying was serious, but it was also forced.
But, my perspective is being molded into something new.
Prayer is you expressing yourself. It’s not something you have to do, it’s
something you get to do (Yes Dad, I heard you all the times you gave me the
have/get line). It’s explaining your joys, troubles, and turbulent emotions to
someone who is always listening, always trustworthy, infinitely loving, and
impossibly wise. Someone who wants to hear your thoughts. Who will listen to
your requests. It’s a beautiful, instant access to someone who’s better than
best and always knows what the right answer is. His answers aren’t usually
words, but the little things that we tend to overlook. The verse we read that
morning, a story someone tells, a small event that creates a ray of light.
Often, I find after unburdening my heart, I find a sense of peace, a lifting of
a weight. Amazingly similar to when I’ve had a talk with a friend (Coincidence?
I think not).
My question is, why does it take trouble for us to realize
we’ve dropped the conversation? We’re clutching the ball and watching the world
instead of focusing on the glorious Savior who’s right in front of us. Only
after he’s ‘hello-ed’ us a couple of times, and maybe snapped his finger in
front of our unfocused gaze do we start and turn back to him. Why does it
happen? Because of the forced feeling? Because we don’t look for responses?
Why?
Perhaps we don’t concentrate? We’re too easily distracted,
even by our own minds. But we can ask the Holy Spirit to help us with that.
What excuse do we have? We have a flawless ear turned to our hearts, already
knowing what’s inside of us, yet still loving. He’s right there, waiting for
you to pass the ball. All you have to do is turn back to him.
So...I believe we’ve discovered I have a lot to say on this
matter. And I think that’s enough for now. I may revisit this topic again in
the near, or distant, future. But either way, I’d like to leave you with a
challenge, and some verses:
I want to pray continually. I wear a bracelet with ‘Yahweh’
inscribed on it, as a visual reminder of my God—in an effort to pray more. Yet,
I still find myself forgetting about God during my day-to-day life. I don’t want
to turn to him when I’m in trouble; I want to already be safe in his arms. I
want peace and assurance so I can have inexpressible joy in my barely comprehensible salvation until I practically radiate his light. Remember him. Talk to your Savior and Friend.
“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious
about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,
present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guards your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. “ –Philippians
4:4-7
“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all
circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians
5:16-18
