Thursday, January 14, 2010


For years we’ve believed that more is better; more money, more things, more work, more sex, more food, more time. What we wanted was a façade that temporarily appeased our ache for more of something else. For years in return we accumulated more debt, more depression, more stress, more anxiety, more sexual disorders, more obesity, more divorce, and less time.

What we loaded on our shoulders was more; more of everything except what mattered; more of what enslaved us rather than freed.

Somehow during the days of accumulation we taught ourselves to gain more, but convinced ourselves that we’d had enough of faith, enough of God, enough of the church. All things in moderation after all.

What we needed all along was a different kind of more; more prayer, more simplicity, more fasting, more hospitality, more patience, more silence, more generosity, more sacrifice….more Jesus.

This question remains. What do you do to help a generation lost in more of the wrong things; a generation so confused regarding all that matters that they continue to seek more burdened backs?

Some believe that the focus must be on an education on the matters of finance.

I contend that what was missing was by some small measure a lack of financial knowledge. Perhaps even more so was a complete and absolute love, if not addiction, of pleasing self.

We allowed ourselves to forget that the one that we supposedly serve owned little, maybe nothing. The one that we pledged our very souls to slept with a stone for his pillow. Did He whine about this? During His final days did he pray that we would have more material goods than He did?

In a time, where we watch the heartache of a country far away, where destruction is piled around man, where sadness dwells on every corner, let’s take time to think of what more we could offer someone who really needs it.

For me, I’m going to stop assuming that every poor person I run into deserves poverty. I’m going to stop assuming that every homeless man on the street is getting his just deserts tonight as he sleeps in the snow, while I comfortably lounge on my couch in my heated home.

It is time to really follow Christ, the true humanitarian. I’m reminded of an old hymn we used to sing…

Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow that a time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus, “All of self, and none of Thee”.
All of self and none of Thee, all of self and none of Thee!
When I proudly said to Jesus, “All of self, and none of Thee.”

Yet He found me; I beheld Him bleeding on the accursed tree,
And my wistful heart said faintly, “Some of self, and some of Thee”.
Some of self and some of thee, Some of self and some of thee.
And my wistful heart said faintly “Some of self and some of Thee”.

Day by day His tender mercy healing, helping, full and free,
Bro’t me lower while I whispered, “Less of self and more of Thee”.
Less of self and more of Thee, Less of self and more of thee.
Bro’t me lower while I whispered, “Less of self and more of Thee.”

Higher than the highest heavens, Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered, “None of self, and all of Thee.”
None of self and all of thee, None of self and ALL of Thee!
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered, "None of self and all of Thee".

1 comment:

  1. This is a very good message for "today." Though I struggle sometimes to make ends meet, I still know that there are millions in the world much worse off than I am, materially speaking. Yet it is still so hard not to lust after MORE. To become bitter that someone else is "lucky" enough to have MORE than me. That they have more gadgets, more nights out, more, more more. And I want it, too. Thankfully the Lord brings me back to reality with reminders in the world around me. I don't condemn those who have been materially blessed in this world...not at all...they are able then to give a lot of help where it's needed. But I do so very much understand the need to be sure that I see Jesus at the forefront of my life and to be...CONTENT...with what he has given me. Because if I let it, it will grow beyond belief into spiritual discipline, supporting friends, loving family, laughter, be rich in love is to be rich indeed.


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