What is the devil’s most powerful tool? Al Qaeda? ISIS? Child porn? Sexual slavery? I don’t think so. I think the devil’s most powerful tool is in my living room. I think it’s in my bank account. I think it’s parked in my garage. I think it’s hanging in my closet.
I think the devil’s most powerful tool is comfort.
You see, I lead a fairly comfortable life. What exactly do I need God for anyway? I don’t feel the intense need for a relationship with God on a minute by minute basis. David Platt said, “If you don’t feel like you need prayer in your life, you’re probably right.” What? Don’t panic. He wasn’t really talking about prayer. He was talking about comfort. God doesn’t promise to deliver a life of comfort. He promises to deliver a life of purpose. And purpose is not comfortable. Athletes do not fulfill their competitive purpose without discomfort. Neither do Christians.
My life is so comfortable right now that I am taking it as a sign that I’m not spending enough time sticking my neck out there for God. The things that God has laid out for me are hard. Scary. Stressful. They are things that I cannot possibly accomplish without God at my side. If I don’t feel like I need a constant level of communication with God, I’m right. Because I’m not doing what God called me to do. I don’t really need God around to help me with the day to day humdrum that I’ve filled my life with instead.
It’s pretty blunt. But I think it’s pretty damn true as well. Isn’t it?
Maybe it’s time for a little discomfort. A little stress. A little, “I don’t think I can get through this without God” type stuff. Maybe it’s time for me to answer my calling. I had this vision last night. A vision of me. A physically fit me, in front of about a thousand people. I was on fire. I was inspiring them. I was delivering God’s word to them. Leading them. And it gave me cold chills. It invigorated me. But don’t have time to get fit. I don’t have time to start a major ministry. I don’t have time to finish the book I started. I don’t know how to start a ministry. There are a million things I don’t know how to do, or don’t have, or don’t like, to make that vision a reality.
So… I guess just maybe… I need to get off that couch and start asking God how exactly I’m supposed to pull this off. Maybe it’s time to go. Go to a place that I won’t survive without the desperate, needy, stressed, and terrified prayer to God, “How can I get through this Lord?? I need your help. I’m lost and I don’t know how to get this done.”