Seek God First

“We know God too little. In our prayers, we are concerned less with His Presence, than the thing on which our heart is set.  We think mostly of ourselves, our need, and our weakness, our desire and prayer. But we forget that in every prayer God must be First, must be ALL” (Andrew Murray).

I forget that sometimes. My prayer life can easily become a laundry list of wants or a kind of cosmic letter to Santa about what I want for Christmas. I can get so wrapped up in my requests that I forget that God is so much more than what He can give me.

I forget that God can’t give me anything apart from Himself (with much thanks to C. S. Lewis for that one). Besides, what I really desire can’t be found outside of God anyway. What I really in my deepest heart of hearts need is God.

If I in my prayer life seek God first, strive after God’s Kingdom (which is no more or less than God’s active rule and reign more than a location), then God said He would give me the rest. In pursuing God whole-heartedly and solely, I end up finding everything I need without even looking for it.

I read something that shook me a bit. If I got everything I ever prayed for, would the whole world be better off or would just my little world be better? Am I praying for my own wants and need or am I seeking God’s blessings for those around the world who have yet to hear the gospel? Am I praying for those in my sphere of influence who don’t yet know Jesus?

I think if I seek God that way, I won’t care about a lot of what I pray for now. I also believe that my own needs will be met and God will give me what I would have asked for had I known what He knows and seen what He sees.

Tacky Christmas Sweater Update for 2014

tacky xmas sweater

This just in. I have a somewhat tacky Christmas sweater for any and all upcoming ugly Christmas sweater contests.

As I am a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to these things, I’m not completely satisfied. The aforementioned sweater does not light up or make annoyingly festive sounds of any kind. It is however, loud and obnoxious. Plus, I think the row of creepy Santa faces takes this sweater up a notch. In my opinion.

So the quest will continue. My size is still Large. If you see any extremely tacky and obnoxious Christmas sweaters, let me know. I will continue to keep at least one eye open whenever I am frequenting the local Goodwill or any of the other fine thrift stores in the general Nashville area.

That said, I at least have something to wear that has a slim to moderate chance of earning me a 3rd or 4th place award. It’s also sufficiently Christmas-y and is both joyful and triumphant.

The whole point isn’t really to win. The point is to be as obnoxiously and annoyingly festive as possible.

Random Christmas Memories

I don’t know what prompted it today, but I spend some time reminiscing about when I visited Santa as a child. For me, that was always my favorite part of the Christmas season.

We went to Goldsmith’s (think of Macy’s and you get the idea). I distinctly remember a spiral entrance ramp to the parking garage, almost like it was yesterday. Maybe because I was so keyed up with excitement that I took in every detail.

We had to go through a tunnel of festive holiday figures, including elves and other merry creatures– okay, so I’m a little fuzzy on the details of this part. I remember it was like stepping into a dream. The good kind of dreams that you always wish you could go back to every time you fall asleep.

And then at the end there was Santa. Okay, not really. Just some guy in a costume affecting a jolly demeanor. But for me it was real enough. Once I got over my terrifying fear of him (and I’m not so sure what frightened me so much about him), I was able to get my Christmas list to the big guy himself. Talk about going straight to the top.

I think that one of the best thing a parent can do is to create these kinds of memories for their children. Children need happy, safe memories to carry with them through the nightmares and dark nights. Memories like this one.

I’ve seen the photos of me sitting in Santa’s lap as a very young tyke, face beet red and screaming my head off. Why anybody thought that would make a great holiday photo, I have no idea. But it still exists in a photobook somewhere in all its kodachrome glory.

Maybe one day I’ll scan it and post it on my facebook page. On second thought. . . . nah.