Everywhere we turn we are faced with discouragement, resentment, and sometimes even depression. If not within ourselves, we see it to be true of our friends, colleagues, and relatives. Being “blue” is epidemic in nature. No one escapes the steady encounter of this Meany. No. One.
I speak with a bit of authority for I am persistent in my self-evaluation as to how nothing I am. I was hoping for better than this by now. Yet, I’ve learned a most fascinating truth. Being low is precisely the launching pad God would use to provide us with incredible wonder.
Jesus makes a seemingly absurd statement as he opens his mouth at His famous Sermon on the Mount. “Blessed are the poor in spirit”, He assures. Really? Blessed are the down? Blessed are the discouraged? Blessed are the failers? Blessed are the confused? Blessed are the losers? Yes…very articulately…Jesus says that such a one is prime for the launching of incredible, actual, hope.
How. Can. This. Be.
It seems that man’s nature is to find less need for God when experiencing the territories of what we could deem as successful. It seems that we begin, in these “doing okay” parameters, to take on an attitude that we aren’t in need of God for we are strong enough to maneuver our way through the current jungle. When we feel we are in control, there is less likelihood that we would depend on Him. This truth plays out every day.
But when we are at the end of our proverbial ropes, we find that we have nothing more to offer to escape our nagging dilemmas. It seems that we made our final effort…and made no progress. It is here at this juncture that one begins to look up for help. Our hands are empty of effectivity and our words seem to be empty of solution.
Poorer nations, such as zones in Africa, are coming to God in droves for their lifestyles are empty of self-provision. And even in a territory as wealthy as the USA, even the richest of rich begin to turn to God when self-reliance, independent-sufficiency crashes. “Blessed are the poor in spirit.”
Poor in spirit considers humility to contain a power–as super-natural power–of which we lean toward only when in great need. Our independent muscle seems to have atrophied. Our insight has gone blind. We must have Other help…and in steps Father, Son, and Spirit.
I urge you today to become unstuck. One does so by one simple move; change your mind. This is known as repentance. Don’t walk a life of doom; but arise to a life of potential and possibility… right… now. Try to open your eyes and peer through the dim veil of frustration. Begin to notice actual hope. See that your trauma is serving you by leading you to a new zone; a new kind of life of which you had always imagined.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Trade the “poor-me doldrums” for a better call; “blessed are the poor in spirit”. Yay God! Yay us!