Wednesday, January 4th, 2012
To what then shall I compare the men of this generation, and what are they like? They are like children who sit in the market place and call to one another, and they say, 'We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not weep.'
Luke 7:31-32 (NAS)
The 'men of this generation' Jesus describes are neither happy nor sad for others. They don't dance with the music. They don't sing or clap with the band at church. The majority stand motionless. I see them every Sunday.
I call these men and women puppets, because they look wooden.
It's not a kind name, but I confess I was among them once and would be again if my heart were to harden. Human hearts should be flexible. They should laugh, sing, and move with compassion.
When a heart hardens, it dries and dies, even petrifies. Better to splinter and break. I've been through it.
But God entered my brokenness, carefully removing torn fragments of my heart with the skill of a surgeon, but the touch of a Carpenter. Even more, our exceeding God gave me a new heart; it was soft and beat perfectly. No charge. All I had to do was ask.
Better to break than to petrify. Puppets don't feel the right things, but they do feel the lies Satan pushes in through every crack and crevice of mind and body. He pushes a 'me' focus instead of a 'He' focus, a 'please them' desire instead of a 'please Him' desire. His ways harden us.
Puppets don't clap with music they don't like--no matter how hard the band tries, no matter that it's for God. One Sunday in the midst of an unresponsive congregation, I thought about His angels. I pictured them smiling, singing, and clapping enthusiastically. Some were even dancing.
Lord, break from us the wood preventing our movement. Let Your children come out to play.