As I am preparing for this summer’s church camp, I am drawn to look at the past church camps for reference on what is good…what needs improving…what I did wrong…and how to help others learn from my errors and triumphs. As I lay sleepless doing this and asking God to show me what He sees in this, I begin to hear the words, “humble passion” over and over in my head. And as I break each word down in my usual analyzing way, I catch it!!
Let me beckon all of you teachers of Christ to learn these words. To adopt them as your goal. No long look to the number of people you have led to Christ as a measuring stick, but how many did you show humble passion to?
First we must determine what we are humbly passionate about or we could get real squirrely real quick. I’m talking about humble passion for a Jesus that would pick me up out of a gutter and love me with a tenderness I have never known. I’m talking about a humble passion for a Savior that said, I will pay whatever price I must to have you…and did. I’m talking about humble passion for a Lord that will watch me abuse the very grace He provides and still love me enough to correct me. A humble passion for a Father that reminds me He values me just because I exist. A humble passion for a conglomeration of words that never fail me and always guide me in the right direction. A humble passion to please and love the most amazing God/Lord/Savior/Father anyone could ask for.
Ok now that we are square on what we are humbly passionate about let me now paint you a picture of that humble passion in action. These two little words demand a balance that is not easily acquired. When I teach or even speak I want to show the passion that makes my skin explode off of me…or maybe I should say my “fig leaf” explode off of me (see Genesis 3:7). I want to be so authentic and vulnerable that it demands attention. Yet I also desire the humility that can take decades to carve into my soul. So humble that I know that the passion that leads me to action and demands attention; is NONE of me, and all of Him. So humble that when one thing goes right I immediately praise and thank my Lord for the great power it took to use me as a facilitator of this work!
I dare you to change your goal in teaching God’s Word from how many are saved…to how many saw humble passion for God in me? How many were not drawn to my intellect or even love; but saw the love of a Savior and the Mind of infinite wisdom?
You see we have gotten it all wrong in our quest for the American Dream. The American Dream builds little kingdoms for ourselves. The American Dream brings glory to my results. How successful I am in the eyes of men become my value. Even in ministry. How sad.
My American Dream is that I could live humbly passionate for Christ. I will not seek to be a martyr, nor to lead X amount to Christ. I will not always look like the good Christian woman…because sometimes mere men cannot see my accomplishments. I won’t often be accepted because neither was Jesus. But my hope, my dream, my longing is to love Him with a humble passion that cannot be denied. And when I fall to my face in His amazing presence, He will say, “Rise my good and faithful slave, you have done well and I am pleased.”
I pray teachers of The Word, this too is your goal. And with transparent vulnerability we could love each other thru the hurt this brings. And encourage each other to continue being humbly passionate…yes excited…bursting…and energetic to allow God to be seen in our stead.
Only by His grace.