Have you ever found yourself in a one-sided relationship? You set out to spend time and get to know another person, but over time you realize that you are the one doing all of the listening. You are the one being asked favors. You are the one giving all of the advice to help and comfort.
When you start to share your heart and invite your “friend” to care about your dreams, concerns, and joys you are met with a blank stare. Or maybe you received a trite pat on the back, and a “there, there,” or the ever-popular, “I’m happy for you,” but no sincere concern or overt excitement.
It hurts to be in a relationship that is one-sided, parasitic, and unhealthy. We want relationships that are meaningful and comprised of shared stories, comeraderie, solidarity, and closeness. This type of intimate friendship cannot exist when one party is self-absorbed.
Sadly, I have often been the narcissist in my relationship with God.
I want God to love me. I want God to see me, to hear me when I call out to Him. I want God to care about what I care about, hurt about what I hurt about, smile at what I am happy about, and to be present in my life.
But if I’m honest, sometimes I would prefer if God kept His hurts and concerns to Himself.
Children traumatized by war? Change the channel.
Water crisis in Guatemala (or Flint, Michigan for crying out loud)? No thanks.
Maimed beggers in the streets of India? Steer clear of that.
Women and children overtly soliciting themselves in the Red Light district of Thailand? Just keep walking.
Abused, neglected, hungry children? Yikes.
My neighbors’ lives falling apart? Shut the blinds.
Give me what feels good and comforting about God, but let Him keep the heavy stuff away.
But if I really want a relationship with God like I say I do; if I really mean it when I sing “Oceans” at the top of my lungs, then I must love Him for who He is, and not just what He gives to me.
To love God is to love what He loves, and to weep over what breaks His heart.
He hurts over this broken world. He hurts that millions of men, women, and children have fled their homes in Iraq and Syria for fear of what ISIS will do to them. He weeps that 100 million children in the world suffer from malnourishment. He abhors the epidemic of human trafficking. The evil that exists and is expressed through war, oppression, abuse, neglect, and our own selfish hearts breaks the heart of God.
So today I am challenged to consider if I am “that friend” to God. Do I only want the feel-good parts of Him that help me? Or do I really want all of Him? Am I willing to love God for who He is, and to open my heart to the things that break His?
Run Hard. Love Strong.