Growing up amongst a charismatic church movement, I was occasionally exposed to things that made me uncomfortable. Expressions I naturally accepted in my youth I began to question as my intellect matured and my personality uncovered its cynical side.
Awkward “prophetic” utterances.
Even a woman who claimed to wet her pants every time the “Spirit fell” on her. (I wish I was joking).
I never openly rebelled against these things, I just quietly severed my heart from the most embarrassing of the chicanery and subliminally embraced a much more sane and sober understanding of how humanity can connect with the Divine. For the most part, I’m glad I did. I mean really, who wants a relationship with God that requires an endless supply of adult diapers?
But in my noble desire to avoid crazy, I sometimes wonder if I unintentionally neutered my belief in the Supernatural altogether.
Salvation became about self-discipline.
Strength a product of my will.
And wisdom solely a reward for diligence.
And while no one would sanely malign hard work, persistent preparation, or inner courage, I think we mistakenly look only to ourselves as the source of these outflows. And when we do, we miss out on the powerful promise of the Gospel.
“Answer this question: Does the God who lavishly provides you with his own presence, his Holy Spirit, working things in your lives you could never do for yourselves, does he do these things because of your strenuous moral striving or because you trust him to do them in you?”
–Galatians 3:5 MSG
“The LORD gives his people strength. The LORD blesses them with peace.”
“If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.”
His work. His strength. His wisdom. For your job, your family, your community, your ministry. Offered to us as a gift. Just ask.
I long to tap into this life that is so much greater than what I can conjure up on my own. Normal. Everyday. Supernatural. No incontinence required.