4:30am is early-not just for me, but everyone. In fact, not many people were ever up that early until the Industrial Revolution and the invention of the light bulb. I think it was God's specific plan for us not to wake up until the sun rises. I also think someone should tell my son that.
Liam Harper is nearly two years old and loves music. I cannot say that I am surprised because my passion for it is pretty obvious. But his young age he already possess a level of showmanship I don't know that I will ever possess. My favorite is when he dons his air guitar, gets in a wide stance a rocks out Ala Pete Townshend. Well Renee and I decided the air guitar and the pink Barbie guitar were no longer sufficient-he needed a real one. We found one in a catalog for 25 dollars and ordered it. On Monday it arrived. Renee and I made a huge deal out of it, as if this were going to mark some major holiday or a a clip in an episode of VH1's 'Behind the Music.' We broke out the camcorder and slowly opened the box. Even though he is two Liam is no stranger to guitars. Every time he is around mine he is like a moth to the falme, he can't help himself. He needs to feel the strings under his fingers and hear the sound of the vibrating strings. So when he realized what it was he got excited. For the rest of the night he kept it very close. When I put him down for bed, he would not settle until his new guitar was present in the room. After he went to bed we finished cleaning up the packing material strewn about the floor and went to bed ourselves.
At 4:30am we heard him get up. It was my turn to go check to see that he was okay. As I walked through the door I witnessed the coolest thing. There was my boy-groggy eyed sitting on the sofa seat, guitar in his lap, and he began to play. I reveled in the moment then told him it was too early for guitar. As I picked him up to get him back to sleep he sobbed. He kept crying "Guitar, guitar, guitar" He eventually settled down and slept til 7.
I think Liam is on to something.
He loves that guitar more than anything right now, and just want to have it nearby and play. I wonder if we seek that type of relationship with God in our own lives. I have recently started getting up earlier than my allotted training time to spend some quiet time with God. I would be lying if I told you I desperately seek this time with my Savior. Because like I said-4:30 is early for everybody. Yet I do not do it out of a sense of duty. I do it because I want to know the heart of God that much more. I know that the best time to do that is when there is the least amount of distractions.
But what if someone were to take that time away from me and tell me I could not have that time of meditiation? Would I cry as my son did? Would I be distraught? Do I desperately seek to know the heart of God so badly that to lose anytime with him would be a sever detriment to my spiritual health?
You see, there is an acute danger for us to formulate our own idea of God. These ideas of God are not always based in our passion for learning more about God, but our own passive experience with how we think God ought to act. We feel our own experiences will dictate who God is and how he responds to us. Yet we have been given a very consistent picture of who God is and how he interacts with humanity through the words of the scripture. But we don't always seek it. We always have some excuse like: I don't have time, I don't understand it, I can't focus, I don't read, I listen to preachers, add yours here __________________ because we all have one.
4:30 is early, but it is not too early to engage in things we are passionate about. Liam woke up and made a bee line to his guitar. I would urge us all to make the priority in our day seeking God through his word. I would challenge you. See if it doesn't change you. See if you are not more passionate about the heart of God.
Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. ~Psalm 37:4
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