A ROOT OF BITTERNESS
When I was converted back in 2005 I had one ferocious idol latch on and sneak in with me into the New World. It is true that when God made me into a new creation that the old things passed away. Formerly, my desires, worldly ambitions, and contentedness were bound up in an insatiable desire for an Earthly legacy. Beyond my ability to explain it, my desire now was for a Heavenly legacy.
Directly on the other side of my conversion, I forfeited a record contract that would have most likely propelled me into worldly fame and success. But I did not abandon music altogether, I became a worship leader of a large church. With this move I would use my musical gifts for God’s glory instead of my own, the problem was that I set out to use my gifts for God’s glory according to my own idea of what that would inevitably look like, a picture not unlike the vision I had for myself when in the world. Years went by and a deluge of comments like, “The next Chris Tomlin”, or, “Your gifts are meant for more than just these four walls”, made me believe my own press, and worse, ministry success became something that I felt I was entitled to. My entitlement became so severe that I turned down two separate songwriting contracts with a major label because the contracts weren’t “good enough”. So, after my first worship album, I essentially sat back in my office and waited for the calls, from the ones who "got it", to come flooding in … and as the period of silence increased, the seed of bitterness began to take root. That root grew steadily for the next 3 years. I became angry with God for ‘wasting’ the musical and spiritual gifts He had given me. I became defeated by the amount of closed doors and I developed a bad case of cynicism and depression. I did the work, now it was God’s turn. Why not just open one door? It didn’t have to be at the head of the table, but at least a seat at the table. The reason for the push-back was simple; I cared more about a seat at the ‘worship music table’ than I did about the seat of honor that I had been given at God’s table through Christ. This discontent brought on many trials and vain-pursuits over the next two years, and the root of bitterness grew deeper and deeper and started bearing some ugly fruit. God brought me through humiliation after humiliation showing me that what I really deserved apart from His grace was not ‘nothing’ … it is worse than nothing … it is death. It took uprooting my family, moving six times in two years and traveling thousands of miles to come to a simple revelation: I never really laid down my life for Christ’s sake. All of this 'sacrifice' was for the sake of pursuing my own glory. Sure, I had been saved by God’s grace, but the miserable truth was that I never really forfeited any of my own agenda in my heart, just outwardly. I realized that years earlier, when I rejected the secular recording contract, I assumed my fame and success in music ministry would parallel the fame and success in the world that I had envisioned for myself but had "sacrificed". The only thing I actually forfeited was the venue.REJECTING THE BREAD OF LIFE
Looking back, God was being a gracious Father in not giving a spoiled brat child what he was tantruming for. He would never let an idol be worshiped, but especially one in the name of His own worship. This idol was so intertwined and infused with my heart that it took a long, very delicate surgery to remove it, and not without a painful recovery. I am still in recovery. Yes, He can make the blind to see in an instant, but sometimes He uses the mess of spit-wrought mud on the eyes and a season of hazy vision to achieve this end (John 9). This is so we can truly grasp the miracle of redemption that is taking place and not take it for granted. Admittedly, I am still seeing ‘men as trees walking’, but hindsight is in full 20/20 vision as I consider the time lost, ministry and family neglected, but mostly the years of broken fellowship with my Father. I've repented and am still repenting. Recently, God focused my vision a bit more with a vivid revelation of myself that went beyond simply "idolatry". We are all struck at times by certain words or phrases during reading. These may be considered “profound” or “insightful”, but there are those times where God takes a phrase or section of a book and uses it as an arrow to the heart. Such a moment happened to me recently. In this particular book the Author, discussing temptation, refers to the Israelites in the wilderness complaining about the manna from Heaven and desiring to go back into Slavery in Egypt where their bellies were full. He tied this in with Christ in John 6 feeding the five thousand and then having His followers return for more bread. In response, Jesus refuses their request and offers Himself as the Bread of Life; they reject Him. The bread from Heaven (manna) and the single loaf increased to thousands are both pictures of Christ Himself. The Israelites and Christ's followers were rejecting the True, Everlasting Bread from Heaven for flour, salt, water and yeast. God immediately convicted me and showed me that throughout these years I came to Christ, desired to make Him King (as His followers desired in John 6) but I, like them, wanted Him as King to provide me with my own bread, while rejecting Him as the Bread of Life. And like the Israelites in the desert, I was discontent with the Bread from Heaven and wanted to go back to my former days as a slave to sin where my ‘belly was full’ of worldly promises. Ironically, when I rejected my worldly success I had always used John 6 to show that I, like Christ, had run away from “being made King” by the world for the sake of God’s will. It took years of eating stale, maggot infested bread to realize that I was in fact like His followers who wanted Him as King for their own desires rather than seeking Him as their only desire. The following day at Church, having been crushed with this conviction the night before, the communion homily started out with the Israelites discontent with manna in the wilderness and ended in John 6 where Christ’s followers desired the bread He could give them rather than desiring Him as the Bread of Life. Sometimes God is not so subtle. The “trees” are starting to take shape.EATING BRAINS
I believe my story is the story of many Christian ministers (and Christians) in America. America calls for us to ‘save our life’ for comfort while Christ is calling us to ‘lose our life’ through suffering. When we are saved by God’s grace, as babes in Christ, it is easy to define ‘losing our life’ as doing what we want with our interests and gifts and simply slap the “Ministry” label onto it; even good things. This is because, as Americans, the essence of our sinful man, from birth, is one of entitlement, temporal happiness and self-worship. So, when we are converted, there is a need to unlearn everything before we can truly know anything. The 'progress' of sanctification then is more of an unlearning and accepting of what is through the work of Christ than it is strictly a work toward spiritual growth wrought from our obedience; something that your American heritage would have you believe. It is this "unlearning" and "accepting" that enables and realizes true conformity to the image of Christ. This is a painful, agenda-altering, life-ending, humiliating work, but His grace is sufficient and His ends are glorious. To lose our life means what it means. The world will cry, “Waste!” while our Father sees fruit. The culture of ministry fame is luring us in with its promise of bread and a full belly, and in the name of giving others the Bread of Life. In our hearts, we must not be like Lot, who, when offered a choice, and in the name of “God’s blessing”, chose the fruitful land near the enticing city, only to end up being corrupted by the close proximity, and eventually living in the city itself (Sodom & Gomorrah), offering his daughters for sex. We must instead be like Abraham who knew the lure of the land's bounty and the temptations of the city and kept his heart far from them, choosing the lesser land and trusting God for the increase. This doesn’t look the same for everyone, but the common link we all share is a guarantee of persecution and suffering. In fact, these are ways to know whether we are, what I call, "American Zombies" or Paul's "Living Sacrifices".American Zombies are the Christian living dead, but unlike the living dead of the Living Sacrifice, who is laying down their life for the sake of the brethren and God's glory, suffering by means of submitted wills and scorning comfort, Zombies are consumed with their own glory and desires and are unaware of their dire sate. They are suffering, but not in the way God intends. They're not quite alive, they're not quite dead. Jesus describes these Christians in Revelation 3. These are followers who think they're okay, but can't see that they're poor, blind and naked. These are followers who are neither hot nor cold, but lukewarm.
Then there are those Living Sacrifices that are on death's door, still lying on the altar. I am still on the altar, not seeing perfectly clear, struggling with entitlement, “looking for the occasional brain to eat”, but I believe I'm on "death's door" and that God, by His grace, is making me into a mobile living sacrifice. God knows when I am ready and He will use me in spite of my readiness. The burning-bush call to Egypt may never come, It may be my calling to faithfully serve in Jethro's house. Nevertheless, during our times of waiting, we must seek Him diligently as the Bread of Life and as one who is perfectly content but never satisfied on this side of Heaven. This will yield the good fruit that God desires. By God's grace, I will see that there is every Christian's calling. This is the good fight of faith.