We do not want you

I am greived by how thinly we want you, even how I want you. If you are the Author of life, we should ask you how it should be lived. If you are the Creator of all beauty, we should learn from you how to see all good things. If you are the Great Physician, we should come to you to be healed. If you are the Giver of Gifts, we should seek to receive what we need from you.

The amazing thing is, we do not. At our core, we believe it is by our action that we live. Deep within us resides a lie that we are our own source and our own destiny. Why do we wish to speak endless chatter with men when we can talk to you, God of the Universe? Why do we long for more of this base and elementary stuff when we could have the wealth of your Kingdom? Why do we act as if our busyness did anything to secure for us a future when so often our efforts fail and our work itself destroys our intended ends?

The tragedy of humanity is not that we are poor or that we suffer or that we are dysfunctional or that we are sinners. These things in themselves are sad and painful, but they do not make up our tragedy. Our tragedy is that we have a hand extented to us to rise out of this pit, and yet we refuse to be delivered. It is as easy as deciding to trust you, Jesus, but for us, that is harder then coming back from the dead.