Habit or Hunger?

Yesterday, Stephen and I had the pleasure of getting to sit in on a meeting of executive ministers at a local church. (I've chosen not to mention the name of the church to keep the parties involved anonymous) It was an incredibly productive meeting (both for them and for us as "flies on the wall") and Stephen and I learned a ton about leadership and communication from our friends down the road (albeit, a fairly long road - it is the Metroplex) but the most important lesson came from one comment that one of the minsters made. I have not been able to get it out of my mind and felt compelled to share it.

"God revealed to me that he is my habit and not my hunger. I want him to be my hunger!"

A chill went up my spine when he spoke it and I felt Holy Spirit rustle the dry leaves of conviction in my soul.

I don't know if it is because I'm currently preaching through Amos or because I'm about to begin a 40 day fast tomorrow (prayers are coveted!) or because I'm asking God to work on my heart to keep it soft and dependent or some other reason, but I cannot stop thinking about that confession.

The sheer honesty of the revelation and true contrite spirit of the man that spoke it was equally as impacting. I've known this Christ follower for almost 20 years and he has always had such a hunger for God. It was so encouraging to see that he is still chasing after Him with a holy hunger.

I want that hunger.

I want that hunger.

Mr. Miss

I miss it. Blogging. I don't do it nearly as often as I once did. Perhaps the new role is to blame. Maybe I'm too busy. It could be that I'm out of stuff to say...I doubt it. It might be that when I changed my format I lost some stuff like links, hit counter, etc... Maybe it is that blogging is a discipline or a habit and I'm just out of blogging shape. I don't know what it is...but I sure do miss it.

It isn't the posts that I miss either. Solomon says there is nothing new under the sun. There are plenty of great posts out there too. I miss the little community that forms as a result of a post. The posts were just vehicles to take us to conversation. And in some weird, world wide web way, the conversations, albeit with people I've never even seen in person, were a vehicle to take us to relationship.

I guess I miss the relationship.