3 weeks in, 6 months to go. I’m quickly finding out how deep the rabbit hole really is. I’m settling into a routine and yet at the same time already missing some good old creature comforts from back home. You’d be surprised what you miss when you have it taken away from you.
- Shuffling into the bathroom without going outside is a luxury I long for. Nothing like answering nature’s call in the wide blue yonder of nature.
- Walking around in grass – barefoot – yeah I’d avoid that like the plague over here – the Taliban have recruited ants the size of cockroaches.
- Green and brown is nice, but man going the next few months without the right to wear jeans or a T-shirt is murder – something about being in any uniform makes you sit a little straighter.
- Pizza – now, if you know anything about me you know this is without a doubt the end all be all of my diet. The cornerstone if you will to my outstanding physical condition and being denied this most basic of dietary needs is a proverbial 40 years in the desert itself.
- While I’m on the topic of food (I like this topic) How about some real cheese, not cheese in a can, not cheese in a bag, not Kraft “I’m pretending to be cheese” sliced cheese. But real, came from a cow, block cheese. It just won’t last out here – it’s not practical, so we are denied.
- Internet that is faster than 56k. I realize we are spoiled as a nation and I like it, and miss it.
In all seriousness, I’m learning to do without things I don’t really need. And that’s kind of the point and the spring board for my most recent soap box. What do we really need?
I’ve started a prayer journal this year and find a common theme running through my spiritual life of late and that is my walk is 90% me and 10% God. At least most days it feels that way. I wrestle control on a daily basis often ending up with a bum hip by the end of the day due to the struggle. (10 points if you got the reference without this hint *cough* Genesis 32 *cough* ). I’m so concerned with what I’m doing I often forget why I’m doing it. This is for the glory of God, no I don’t mean Chaplaincy or Ministry or Deployment or any of that sort of stuff. I mean life; LIFE is for the glory of God. So why do we claim Him and deny him in the same breath? We claim Him as Lord and yet we continue to carry on not only under our own power but without even consulting Him. And that brings me full circle.
What we really need is Him, not truths, or theology or Biblical self help (self help –HA!). We need Jesus to fill us. To consume us so the lines blur and it’s hard to see where I end and He begins. We talk about using all the stuff in our lives to glorify Him, from facebook to multimedia, from song to the spoken word. When in reality all we really need, the very air we breathe, is Him. And that is our power – that is the miracle, the very power of the Christian life. We become a light on hill not because of how effective we share his message but by how close we are to the source.
I am convinced that to know Him more is the key to evangelism, discipleship, church growth, spiritual growth, joy, peace, patience, I could exhaust this list with every supposed “church” endeavor on the earth. We think we need so much more and it’s the reason we live mal-content lives: because we desire what we don’t have. I still want a pepperoni pizza, but I don’t need it. So if I never satisfy that want, that’s ok.
I have everything I need. Even when I have nothing…
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
Because He not only lives, but reigns.