And He has made every provision for us to do so. And He's calling us into the game to make a difference. He took on sin and shame when He could have been enthroned in Heaven. That very King left the comforts of Heaven to step into our most significant need. Let's let God work it out in our lives, and let’s let His story become our story."īy comparison, comfort is a poor king when we realize we serve the King of Kings. Let's not work it out on paper first, because we can't work it out on paper. In his book "Giants Must Fall, " Louie Giglio said this: "Let's step out in faith and believe that God is big. Comfort is truly a state of the soul, of one who really, truly believes that our God is Big and we are in His care. Believing that "He who called us is Faithful" (Hebrews 10:23). Our purpose is to be on mission with God and trust him with our peace.Īh. Those are not conflicting ideas in the kingdom of God. Our time is short! The mission is critical! He is our perfect peace AND We are meant to be His hands and feet. He has commissioned us to reach the world (Matthew 28:19-20). And it also says that The Father has prepared good works for us beforehand to do (Ephesians 2:10). We are but vapors, Scripture says (James 4:14). So, what happens when we wake up to find that so much has been stolen from us while we chased comfort? How can we return to the Source of true (and lasting) peace? I think we turn to Scripture to remind us of our purpose. It can cause us to think that every adversity must be outside of God's good and perfect plan. It can close our eyes to the people around us.
It can take days and years and opportunities away from us in a simple lull. It steals without us noticing and convinces us that we're okay with being robbed from. It masquerades as peace but is, in fact, not peace. In a flash, in early March, I found comfort to be shaky ground, and I found myself asking where I could find my peace again.Īnd here is where I landed: comfort is a thief. I found the false security I'd built in predictability vanish as if it were a mist. I noticed how much of my comfort and peace was tied to knowing what to expect. I've come face to face with that very reality in these coronavirus days. I think it’s a way that I've tried to manufacture peace. It's also, to some extent, predictability. It's true, that comfort isn't just coziness, ease, and the absence of conflict. If I step out of my aptly named "comfort zone" that will change. I want to see His kingdom come…but see… I'm comfortable.
I want to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Yet, I find a yearning in my heart to follow the call of God and have my ready "yes" on the table the minute that He asks. Adventure seems best left to movies, and conflict-best left out. As I arrange my life for ease, the thought of interrupting it becomes daunting, even scary. The best (and worst) part of comfort is that I want to keep being comfortable. I can't say I think any one of these things is wrong, or inherently damaging, can you? But, I've been rethinking comfort. I think it’s what I chase after often…comfort. I want relationships to be easy, for laughs to roll freely and things to fall in place. Give me a cozy blanket, a good conversation, or a movie, and I am a happy clam. Hebrews 11:1 You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you! Isaiah 26:3 Now, faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
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