It’s not unusual for Christians to struggle with the idea of whether or not God is listening to them. Especially when our lives become overwhelmed and bogged down with the day to day stresses of life. But for many, it wasn’t always that way. For instance, shortly after I converted, like many converts, I was overwhelmed with a sense of joy and passion and nothing could break my spirit or devotion. I read theology, the bible, prayed, celebrated mass every Sunday and even some daily masses. The faith machine was powered up and everything was going along smoothly until my maintenance schedule had to be adjusted and it eventually broke down. The Cogs wore out, the belts snapped, the coal wasn’t being replenished and the roaring fire dwindled to ash. It looked like I had left the Three Stooges in charge of my faith maintenance.
Imagine now, being married(if you aren’t already) and trying to incorporate time together and maintain your individual maintenance schedules. Now add children to the equation. Sounds doable and it can be done but wait, there’s more, the children want to do ballet and play sports. Now, we have a more complicated schedule, etc, etc. I think this is a common problem in many families and individuals. When my schedule began to shift due to the demands of life my fire began to die and piece by piece my machine broke apart and rusted away.
This is not meant to be an attack on routines and set times for coming to God but sometimes these routines aren’t very flexible. Parts in machines aren’t meant to be bent and stretched and pulled out during operation. I think the problem develops when we limit our encounters with God to these set times. We give our faith a mechanical property that isn’t naturally there.
In college I asked my poetry professor for advice on writing poetry and he told me:”Many people, when walking down the sidewalk, see a bush and continue walking. But the poet, sees not just a bush, but the branches, the roots, the leaves, the broken twigs, the bark and the bugs.” So, in an attempt to incorporate a more poetic look at our faith, I will use the analogy of our faith as water. More specifically, living water as the gospel of John says(4:10) “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him and he would have given you living water” and John(4:14) “but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst; the water that I shall give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
If you were to drop a cog, of decent size, flat on your kitchen table, it would make a loud bang and lay still. But what would happen if you were to drop a bowl of water on your kitchen table? More than likely the bowl breaks and the water flows freely over the table in all directions, covering everything. Water has many uses but primarily it provides and maintains life. In Africa, the yearly rains help revive a barren desert, herds of animals flock to the abundance of watering holes and vegetation.
Let us substitute the idea of our faith being a broken down machine and replace it with a barren desert. But now this barren desert has a spring of living water.
Have you ever stopped to watch how water flows and curves over land, tumbles over and squirms under barriers and sifts through sand? Unless we create a dam or something to house water, it will continue to flow and attract life to it. If the spring of Christ is flowing through us what are some barriers we create in ourselves?
We should ask ourselves, “what is preventing me from seeing God in everything and everyone around?” If we let Christ flow from us like water we create an opportunity to see him in others and in the Earth we inhabit. Our barren desert will flourish and transform into a garden.
When water stops flowing it can collect and form a pool known as standing water. Standing water often becomes a breeding ground for mosquitos, malaria and other bacteria. When we decide to keep the spring to ourselves and solely focus on our own good and hoard God for ourselves. We become sick with self-righteousness, anger and judgmental tendencies(to name a few) which can harden our hearts and transform our flowing spring into a festering bog.
Like any garden though, it will require weeding, pruning, watering, sowing seeds and sun. You will sweat, bugs will bite, animals will try to eat your plants and you will probably feel like giving up. But in the end, the fruits of our labor will yield a beautiful garden and as it grows, just maybe, it will help transform some wastelands around you.