Chasing After Me

Me:     Who is this person?
God:     The person I envisioned long ago.
Me:     I’m incapable of all of this.
God:     You’re right. But that’s why I’m working through you.

…that’s why I’m working through you. The past two months of my life have been fascinating. Mind-boggling. Overwhelming. Exciting. Exhausting. And, mostly humbling.

What I’ve learned is that when you’re willing to give your life away, your life changes. Dramatically. Be careful when you ask God what is next and are willing to listen to him. You’ll find yourself acting crazy…leaping out with a faith you never knew existed. You’ll quickly realize how completely inadequate you really are.

Your life will get messed up. In a good way. In an unfathomable way. In a way that makes you feel smaller than you’ve ever felt.

It reminds me of (Simon) Peter, Jesus’ disciple. He was a fisherman. After watching Jesus speak to multitudes and performing a fishing miracle with his buddies, Peter felt wholly insufficient to even be in his presence. In fact, he actually asked Jesus to leave because he couldn’t see himself as worthy of being around this amazing man.

But Jesus didn’t care about how Peter saw himself. He only could see the person envisioned long ago…by someone a lot bigger than Peter. Jesus didn’t even listen to Peter’s request to leave. Instead, Jesus told him he needed him. Needed him to be a fisher of men.

Can you imagine how Peter felt? He wasn’t qualified! He was probably thinking…seriously…I fish for a living. I’m screwed up. I literally stink of dead fish! But Jesus didn’t care! In fact, Peter’s life wouldn’t be perfect…he would go on to have moments of unbelief and would even deny Jesus before his crucifixion… Jesus knew that would happen…but Jesus didn’t care. HE NEEDED PETER.

If Jesus needed Peter the fisherman, he needs you. He needs me. He needs us to be willing to listen to him and be the person he created us to be. All different. But all with a purpose. Peter went on to share the story of Jesus because he let Jesus work through him. A fisherman. Seriously. Can you imagine how inadequate Peter felt throughout his whole life?!

I was sitting with some pastors in St. Paul a few weeks ago…one of them shared a powerful nugget of wisdom…they’d studied all of the great leaders in the bible because they were so diverse…wanting to know what the one commonality was…the answer? They all had a healthy dose of inadequacy.

Check the dictionary. Inadequacy is about not being sufficient. And, I am not sufficient. None of us are. But HIS grace is sufficient. Inadequacy reminds us we will never be good enough. Will never be smart enough. Will never be capable. Will never be eloquent enough. By submitting your life to a greater being and a greater calling, all of the gaps are filled.

God:      If your life isn’t a testimony, then what is it?
Me:     Seriously, my story is not that interesting.
God:     Really? Have you tried sharing it? Maybe you shouldn’t be the judge of that.
Me:     I can’t do this.
God:     No you can’t. But I can. Thank you for trusting me.

I’ve always loved people. I’ve always loved loving people.

I think most people do. I believe most of us love loving others because it’s literally what we were made to do.

I’m not talking about ooey-gooey sappy Valentine’s Day love. I’m talking about the compassion that oozes out of you when you surrender your entire being for the cause. To the point that you can’t stop thinking about others, praying for them and feeling what they feel. To the point where mere thoughts of people and their joys give you butterflies or when their struggles bring you to tears. Even when you don’t know them.

Frankly, I’m incapable of loving like that. But the desire to love like that is keeping me up at night. I can’t even sleep. All I can think about is this crazy love.

Eight months ago, I loved people. But felt some restraint…like loving them might take up too much time, energy or mental capacity that I didn’t have. I wanted to have it…but I didn’t have it in me. Eight months ago, I was also in the midst of a deep, self-reflective period of my life. What I was doing was no longer fulfilling…and all I could wonder was whether or not there was more for me. I’d gotten so wrapped up in all of the cares of everyday life that I was only living, not LIVING…with little time left to love.

Some might look back at that period of my life and think I just needed more time. But, the reality is, I had it all wrong. I was working hard to live AND love…when what I really should have been doing living TO love. See the difference? It’s huge.

I love loving. But loving became overwhelming when I saw it as a responsibility, even if it was fulfilling. My capacity was tapped. I wasn’t sure how I could love anymore with the life I was living.

I can’t put my finger on when I actually realized what was happening. My frame gradually shifted. I started to do more and more with a completely different mindset. I began working for clients with a genuine compassion for their businesses, returning emails, phone calls and scheduling meetings didn’t phase me anymore, because I just wanted people to know how much I cared about them.

I try not to over-spiritualize this blog, but be clear on this: this desire to love is divine. Not human. The only way a desire to love like this can grow is by realizing that you’re imperfect, and loved anyway.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not boasting. Because I screw up all the time. The point is though, I’m busier now than I’ve ever been in my life and somehow have found capacity and energy to do more. I now know it’s because the “AND love” has been replaced with the “TO love.” Loving is no longer an extra. It fulfills me. It fulfills others. And then it winds out of control…and that’s ok…because having a crazy out-of-control love is probably the best thing that could happen to all of us. A lot of world problems and issues could be solved if people would take the time to care about others and then put that love into action.

I just finished reading a book called Crazy Love, by Francis Chan. In there he points out something pretty profound:

“God’s definition of what matters is pretty straightforward. He measures our lives by how we love…but Paul writes that even if ‘I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing’ (1 Cor. 13:2-3). Wow. Those are strong and unmistakable words. According to God, we are here to love. Not much else really matters” (p. 93-94).

Wow. Loving isn’t my job. Loving is my life.

I’m no bible scholar, but was reading in Romans 12:11 where it says to “never be lazy in your work, but serve the Lord enthusiastically” when something struck me. The placement of that verse. Do you think it’s any coincidence that the two verses prior to that are about loving others and most of the verses following that one are about loving and serving others? Could it be that the “work” Paul writes about there is your job to love? I’m just saying…

Think about replacing “AND love” with “TO love.” We don’t need more capacity. We need a new frame.

First watch the video (at least the first 30 seconds). Then, let me guess what is going through your head…

• That was awesome.
• What were they thinking?!
• I’d love to do that, but never would.
• Why would anyone do that???
• They are definitely crazy!

Did I get any of them right? If I did, it’s only because it’s what would have gone through my mind until I really thought about this post.

While I don’t plan to literally jump off any cliffs in a wingsuit any time soon, figuratively, I’m not that different from them. Some days I look back at the last six months of my life and am convinced I am certifiably crazy. Others might even call me foolish.

But, I’ve decided craziness is all in the eye of the beholder.

For me, life was going just fine six months ago. Great job. Happy family. Awesome friends. Predictable routine. All-in-all comfortable.

The problem with a life that is “just fine” and “comfortable” is that it lacks zeal. It lacks fire. It lacks vision. It lacks trust in something or someone greater than you. It lacks…well…life, actually.

Several months ago a spark ignited a full-on blaze inside of me…and I have no desire to put it out.

When an opportunity came along for me to resign from my job, I couldn’t stop thinking about what life would serve if I stepped off the cliff. Pursuing a call. Pursuing a purpose. Pursuing craziness. All with a burning never felt before. All with an inexplicable trust in God.

Bye, bye to the comfort of working for a hugely successful, admirable and growing global company in the midst of a global recession. Hello wing suit of faith.

I had relatively logical reasons for leaving…my health, diversifying our family income, filling unmet needs in the marketplace while working for myself…but, mostly, it was this really crazy desire to plant a church called Bloom with amazing friends.

I probably could have stayed at my cushy job to do it, but gave me license to really LIVE Bloom.

It’s easy to list a bunch of superlatives here about how being part of Bloom is changing me. But the more profound way for me to think of the new pursuit is contemplating what wouldn’t have been…

1. FINDING ME: I wouldn’t be chasing after the real me…pursuing God’s plan for me instead of my own plan. Comfort in my own plans was confining my own definition of me to my profession, title and responsibilities. Trust me, the newfound me is much more interesting…much more excited about the future…has many more layers…and is slowly getting more comfortable with my uniqueness.

2. DIVINE TRUST: I wouldn’t have the profound trust I grown to have in God. Given I have no idea what I’m doing, I have to know wisdom is coming from somewhere. Thank God it’s not coming from me.

3. LIVING: I wouldn’t be really alive and fanning the flames of the unquenchable fire that exists when living for a vision. I’d miss this overwhelming compulsion to love others, their individuality, their experiences and all of their cares in a way impossible to describe. I’d be void of a desire never again hold back. That’s quality. That’s life.

Someday maybe I’ll add a wingsuit to the mix. Yeah…no…who am I kidding?! But that’s OK. The point is, I don’t care if people think I’m crazy. Because I see it as a newfound courage. Those guys diving into the open air from cliffs thousands of feet above the ground found something deep inside of themselves. I’m sure of it.

Think before you judge it next time. Crazy? Maybe. Courageous? Definitely.

Find your wing suit and jump.

When craziness unlocks something in your soul, call it courage.