Starvation

“I have all these great genes, but they’re recessive. That’s the problem here.” –Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes

“I think this may be the most beautiful place I have ever seen,” I said to my sister as we stared out and gazed at the flowing hills where the grass gently swayed in the breeze. The sky was almost a robin’s egg blue sprinkled with clouds that looked like they were just plucked off the head of a cotton plant. I have never seen such beauty. It was so true! I mean, I really love nature and all, but to really just feel the very essence of God and His workmanship, well, that’s a whole other feeling.

We are at The Little Bighorn Monument in Montana. This was the first time I had ever been there before. It’s almost like we were standing on sacred ground. There was just something about the feeling of being there. It had an overwhelming sense of peace and comfort to me. I know that seems a little strange, especially since this was a terrible and deadly battle. But, just something about it made me feel so at ease. That was until…

Louie started whining. It kind of started when we were walking into the visitor’s center. There, they had this historical movie about the battle that took place. The movie was really compelling, and it grabbed my attention immediately. It was standing room only, and we were crowded. But, of course, Louie was saying how tired he was. He became boneless, a sack of skin. No matter how much I tried to make him stand, he just melted at my feet. The eyes of the other tourists burned into me. “C’mon, Louie! Get up!” I said between gritted teeth. Trying to get a kid to stand is like trying to keep a snowball in summer. It just doesn’t work

After the movie we were ushered out onto a walkway to make the short trip up the hill to see the monuments of those who lost their lives there. We are all trying to take it all in, the gravity of the situation. All of us, except Louie who was crawling on his hands and knees up the sidewalk. People were walking passed him like they were walking passed a car accident. Too curious not too look, but too polite to make it obvious.

After I had spent about 3 minutes trying to drag his body up the hill, I have met my end. That’s it! Enough is enough. I grab his skinny little arm and pull him over to the side. I knell down to his level, and just as I’m about to let him have it, Louie looks in my eyes and says, “ MOM! You forgot to feed me today.” What?!?! That would never happen…would it?? He proceeds to remind me that since we left so early, I told him we would eat later. Yes, it did happen. And now, it was after 1:00, and his little body was starving! No wonder he had lost all his energy! Plus, it was totally my fault. What kind of mom forgets to feed her child! Geez! Don’t worry, he finally got sustenance, and he is doing well. Plus, he has brought it up several times since then, “Mom, remember when you let me starve?” Well, I tried to forget it, but thanks for reminding me.

Not my best parenting moment, but it really made me think about what happens to us when we aren’t being “fed.” No, I’m not talking about bacon and eggs here. I’m talking about when we aren’t plugged into the Lord’s word and quenching our thirst and hunger for Him. So many of us walk around in spiritual starvation. We are a bag of dry bones that have no meat because we refuse (for whatever reason) not to sit at the table and feast.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m totally guilty of it. I have fallen victim to the “too’s” before:

I’m too busy.
I’m too tired.
I’m too overwhelmed.
I’m too __________________ (fill in the blank).

But, if we continue to live off of scraps of past Sunday school stories, and morsels of church services, than we are totally missing the satisfying love and life giving hope of our Jesus Christ daily.

He desires relationship with us and we absolutely need it for survival. We need it like we need the very air we breathe. If we remain too long without being in close relationship with Jesus, our spiritual selves will begin to shrivel. We will become weak against Satan’s attacks, and we won’t have the energy to finish the race. And, the race is full of ups and downs, pit falls, and dead ends. We desperately need Jesus to be our compass.

So, although the spiritual leftovers are good, you can’t sustain yourself on them. Start taking part in His word daily, and fill our bellies on the word of God.

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6:35

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