It's scary (and kinda funny-sad, too) when our control issues try dressing-up as Holiness for a big parade, or something.
Some people feel God, in their quiet time, whispered, "Always pray on your knees." And well, suddenly, poof! A goal got birthed. A fiery, life-consuming campaign to get every Christian in their church, family and online neighborhood to knee-pray began.
But these campaigners forget that God simply asked them, personally, to pray on their knees. For a time, a season and with a purpose--as an act of obedience unto Him.
But oh dear. It became huge, complicated, vocal and very, very public.
This type of thing happens a lot.
In quietness God asks us to take up our cross and follow Him. In meekness. But oh dear, we turn it into a cross-bearing parade, complete with confetti, signs and enough crowds to view the grimacing pain upon our face.
God asks us to use a pen instead of a keyboard, meet in a coffee shop instead of a chat room, adopt needy children, give offerings to local missions, not foreign ones. So we do. We obey. But only after we gather an audience and preach that God is telling them the exact same details.
Suddenly there becomes only one way to obey God. Guess whose?
And we crazily believe it all to be holy, when really, it's kinda pathetic and all about dress-up. Dressing-up our control issues to appear like holiness.
We've all done it. At least once (but probably way, way more). For we're all humans in this parade of Life.
Hence the need to police ourselves, as officers on horses removing anything, anyone, unruly and unwelcome from the parade. And to ask God to police us, to place a watch upon our lips and our hearts, as well. To change our heart into one which loves most to serve that adored audience of One.
And yes, God does ask us sometimes to publicly preach and teach and lead others in a specific cause, a specific way (the walls of Jericho, anyone?). This post is not about those times.
Just thought I'd mention that. :)