If I don’t know Jesus well and if I don’t see myself through the mirror of His Word, I won’t know my purpose. I won’t know my gifts. I won’t discern my role in the kingdom. The greatest tragedy is to miss knowing God, the whole purpose for which I was born. The second is to miss knowing myself as God knows me. To never be known is to never be loved.
The saddest thing is to meet someone in their fifties and to hear them say they have no idea what they are supposed to be doing with their lives. They think they have no valuable contribution to God, to others, and to the kingdom of God. They are marking time ~ filling their days with the details of perpetuating life. This is not how it is supposed to be. In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, Eph 1:11
But for this purpose I have raised you up, to show you my power, so that my name may be proclaimed in all the earth. Exodus 9:16 Nothing speaks like the Word of God. God created my life to show me, and to do in me something personal that would show me His power; the same power that created the world, the same power the made waters come out of the deep and cover the earth, and the same power that caused Jesus to sit up and walk out of a crypt. Have I experienced it firsthand? Once that Powerful One comes for me, takes hold of me, draws me to Himself and begins to speak into my heart with word after word, how can I not be changed? It is God that talks to me about Himself. It is God that speaks to me about MYself. These events are lifechanging, in and of themselves, even if they only happened once!
I learned that to spend anytime with God means being shaken to the core by love. Living near Him means communication and disclosure.
Purpose and definition happened organically in Your presence, Lord. I know that You love me. I know how You made me. I know how I fit into the plan of Your redemption of earth in my generation. You’ve given me a joy no one can take away. Amen
I am made in God’s image, I have a knowledge of what it’s like to be loved perfectly. That’s the reason it hurts so much when I’m not loved like He loves. God created me for the garden, not for fallen earth. When I cry alone in my room as a little child and no one comes to comfort me, my heart knows that something is terribly wrong. Pain tells me that! My longing for someone’s arms to comfort me is so strong and the problem comes with what I conclude about myself when I continually cry alone. I believe something must be wrong with me, not them. I reason that if I were not flawed, I’d be lovable. I also might conclude that it will always end badly if I choose to be vulnerable. I will also assume that God won’t be available emotionally. either I will feel that I have to hide my pain from Him. Prayer will be uncomfortable. Developing a better prayer life will not be anywhere near the top of my priority list. And why would it if I feel I can’t be honest with God and count on a loving response?
After reviewing this beautiful parable, my intense desire is stirred up again for fertile soil. Yet, I know I can’t make it happen without God’s help. I must admit my inability to grow righteousness through self-effort. The sins of my flesh, resulting in bad soil, are never overcome without the Spirit. With hardened soil, my flesh bends toward unbelief. With stony soil, my flesh emotionally reacts passionately to the Gospel but can’t sustain it long enough to engage in the Spirit-driven lifestyle. With weeds in my soil, my flesh worries and then take matters into my own hands.
This parable has spoken to me so powerfully for the past several years that the truth of the soil types is on my mind constantly. I’ve almost become obsessed by the fourth soil type and I’ve grown to covet its germinating environment. Let’s take our time with each part of the story.
If the best one to reach someone in pain is another who has survived the same pain, that should give me direction in knowing how to reach out to people I love with whom I can’t relate. If I have not experienced what they are enduring, there is someone not too far away who has. My role would be to network them. Introduce them. Plan a lunch or an afternoon just to hang out. The survivor will quickly discern the needs of the one who is currently in the fire.