Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Soul Cry

Listening to Soul Cry (Psalm 42) by Misty Edwards on the train, and again I was struck by the truth and challenging power of the words and particularly one phrase:

'hunger is an escort to the deeper things of God' 

......and I was struck very powerfully by a simple and uncomfortable truth - I am simply not hungry enough!
I know that God will more than satisfy the deepest hunger for Him and that He places no restrictions on the depths we can go 'in Him'. However if we keep our hunger and our passion for Him simply to levels that are comfortable for us, if we keep Him at arms length in areas He wants to challenge and change we will remain fundamentally and forever unsatisfied......
Another line in the song - the title - is sung as a refrain: 'my soul cries' - and you know what, often mine doesn't ....because I am far too content with where I am, far too comfortable with the sin that, although dealt with on the cross, still represents a barrier to becoming the person God intends.... my soul cries for little, or certainly does not long for God 'as the deer pants for water'
None of this means I am not walking with God or that I am being entirely ineffective in my discipleship but it does mean that I am not walking as closely as He would have me and my 'kingdom' effectiveness can be measured in fractions of a percentage compared to what His ability actually enables - were I as hungry as I could be and did my soul cry out with passion and intensity....
My prayer, from the words of two other songs:(Awaken my Soul & Fiery Love,Jeremy Riddle, Samuel Lane, Dan Wheelan )
Awaken my soul , come awake
to hunger, to seek, to thirst
Awaken first love, come awake
and do as you did at first
Spirit of the living God come fall afresh on me
Come wake me from my sleep
Blow through the caverns of my soul
pour in me, to overflow
Lift me from my grave, hold me up
with hands that hold the stars with fiery love
Holy Spirit come and light me up
with hands that hold my heart with fiery love
Fiery Love
Soul Cry