The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears. Psalm 18:4-6
For most of us, we’re not “desperate for God” as David was. He could probably feel Saul breathing down his neck. He cried to God like there was no tomorrow, and it was very real in his life.
So the question I ask is, what will it take for us not only to “need” God but to be desperate for Him. I write that not at all knowing personal situations of most readers so forgive me if I misspeak about your needs and desperation.
Everything about us hinges on that question: what will it take – or what am I willing to do – to be desperate for God? Our life, ministry, and relationships are all affected by the answer to that question – even if the answer is “I’m not willing to do a thing to become desperate for God” it sill will affect your life and ministry.
I would also like to remind you of a post I made two days ago, one that for some reason may not have been sent. It’s Day 3.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
The words used to describe the Lord are related, and there’s no doubt of their intent. When he wrote this, King David was still being hunted by Saul. It’s certainly not an accident that he uses these phrases. It’s clear that despite overwhelming odds of him remaining alive, David has unwavering confidence in the Lord to protect and deliver him.
Was David naive? Of course not. He realized (as we should) that even if Saul were to catch up with him and take his life, David’s soul would still be perfectly safe.
All too often we forget that “this world is not our home” and “we’re only passing through.”
When I was a new Christian, I recall hearing the phrase “don’t be so heavenly minded that you’re no earthly good.” I’m afraid the pendulum has swung to the opposite that “we’re so earthly minded that we’re no heavenly good” to the extent that we don’t consider eternal things often enough.
How would it change your life if, for the next 30 days, you thought about heaven for five minutes out of your day?