There's a bird
walking around inside Lulu's Coffee Shop even as I type. He's getting
his crumbs. To him this must be heaven. He's enjoying the crumbs off
of someone else's table, probably been stepped on, laying there for
hours, but the birds seems to be pretty happy right now. What's funny
is that no one else is even noticing, at all.
Seems like us sometimes. We get a tiny little speck of God's glory, mercy, passion, grace, presence, and we camp out there. We live off of other people's crumbs dropped on the floor. Yet we miss out on the full course, the hot plate out of the oven, the better that God destined for us. We settle for the crumbs that have landed on the floor, which were better than we had "outside." Yet God screams quietly into our hearts... "there's more! There's something show much better than even this crumbly bliss that you have discovered!"
But its easy to pick up the crumbs, live off of someone else's experiences, struggles, longings. We ride the spiritual coat tails of those who have fought before us. We happily peck around from books to church finding the nice little crumbs that make us feel good but have no additional value. All the while, others have slaved in the kitchen, prepared the feast, and put in the effort to create what the crumb is jealous of: delicacy.
This is what God is calling us to. But it does cost us something. The great "meal of God" requires more of us than we are willing to give. It requires our time in the "kitchen." It demands of us time at the altar of the presence of God, it requires us the sit in the library of Scripture pouring over the heart of God. It requires the time, sacrifice, and effort needed to eat from the "delicacy" of God.
Yet we happily eat the leftovers, never knowing the right above the crumbs on the floor, sits the bread of life at the table of God.
Seems like us sometimes. We get a tiny little speck of God's glory, mercy, passion, grace, presence, and we camp out there. We live off of other people's crumbs dropped on the floor. Yet we miss out on the full course, the hot plate out of the oven, the better that God destined for us. We settle for the crumbs that have landed on the floor, which were better than we had "outside." Yet God screams quietly into our hearts... "there's more! There's something show much better than even this crumbly bliss that you have discovered!"
But its easy to pick up the crumbs, live off of someone else's experiences, struggles, longings. We ride the spiritual coat tails of those who have fought before us. We happily peck around from books to church finding the nice little crumbs that make us feel good but have no additional value. All the while, others have slaved in the kitchen, prepared the feast, and put in the effort to create what the crumb is jealous of: delicacy.
This is what God is calling us to. But it does cost us something. The great "meal of God" requires more of us than we are willing to give. It requires our time in the "kitchen." It demands of us time at the altar of the presence of God, it requires us the sit in the library of Scripture pouring over the heart of God. It requires the time, sacrifice, and effort needed to eat from the "delicacy" of God.
Yet we happily eat the leftovers, never knowing the right above the crumbs on the floor, sits the bread of life at the table of God.
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