Lack – Key
This post is a part of a weekly book discussion hosted by Jason Stasyszen of Connecting to Impact and Sarah Salter of Living Between the Lines. I encourage you to check out the other posts which can be found on their sites. The Book we are discussing is The Hole in Our Gospel by Richard Stearns. This week it’s chapter three entitled “You lack one thing”
“When we say that we want to be disciples, yet attach a list of conditions, Jesus refuses to accept our terms. His terms involve unconditional surrender.”
– Richard Sterns
How come I feel like I’m missing or lacking a bunch of “things’? I have to admit this is a hard post for me. With my own personal economic meltdown I’m having trouble focusing on writing…here is a sampling of what I mean.
My company looks like it’s failing and I may be out of a job.
My freelance business is drying up.
My savings is gone (not counting the change jar on the kitchen table).
Oh yeah….I just caused 2,500.00 dollars worth of damage on my 12 passenger van this morning…
So, while driving my newly damaged van to the auto body guy for an estimate, I start firing questions off at God…(when will I ever learn?). Please forgive me ahead of time…this is an ugly exchange.
God, what about my lack? Do you see the faithful son…you know, the one toiling in the fields…the obedient one? So, I may not make my mortgage payment but now I’m supposed to care about what others don’t have? Huh…what did you say? Did you say…yes?
Yes son…the answer is always yes….did I have to answer that for you?
Ouch…did I ever open a big can of stupid and down it's contents!
You know what? My lack is not my list of financial woe (or any list). My lack is/was…compassion. Like the rich, young ruler (except for the rich and young part) my heart was lacking (and this is the lack-key) the one thing Jesus was asking of me. In this case…compassion towards others. I went away (from my selfishness) sorrowful but repenting.
Pity parties are usually well attended, at least mine are. I’m a seasoned son, I should know better. I grew up poor, my house did not have indoor plumbing, we often went without food and medical care…my heart should be sensitive to these things. Callous hands on a man are good, a callous heart in a man is not. There is a desperate cry from the world for un-calloused hearts to love like Christ. All it takes is unconditional surrender…please pray that I can.
Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that. ~ Norman Vincent Peale