Thursday, April 3, 2008

Wild Faith

I have been asked a lot of questions lately and been given several tags (last post).

This week I was asked if I could be called “one of those artsy persons.” I smiled and nodded my head and replied, “Yes, yes I am.”

In the past couple of weeks someone gave me a nickname (I haven’t had one of those since my mother called me Tweety Bird when I was little).

I have been asked some probing questions. I told someone I wanted a wild faith—immediately they asked what I meant. And they really seemed to want an answer.

I answered them, but I have continued to ponder this question.

What does it mean to have a wild faith?

Again, David comes to mind (along with Mary Magdalene, Lydia, and Peter).

In recent years there has been quite a bit of writing targeted toward dethroning David—and there have been some attempts to treat him as a legend or myth. Some scholars have suggested that the shepherd boy and the king were two different people. I get so weary of this cynicism. We live in a world/generation that seems bent on pulling all heroes down in some way or another. And it seems no one is safe from the jaded scrutiny (Not even Abraham Lincoln).

As I said in the last post, in no way do I think David was perfect. I can think of so many situations that he was far from such a title: his mayhem disguised as a madman, his strained relationship with Michal, his leniency and tolerance of his children’s behavior, his arrogance with the census, his total disregard for Uriah, and his treatment of Bathsheba. We could go on…I recognize these flaws. I see them. I take them into account.

But (remember the divine conjunction), David still remained a man after God’s own heart. At the core of David, midst all of his short comings and failures and sins, in the depths of his heart he loved his God. David learned to recognize and find God everywhere—no matter the place or the situation. And so I must pay attention.

Like David, (Peter, Mary, Lydia) I am flawed and sinful. It is that simple. And yet, because God is who he is, I can still be a woman after his heart. I can be a woman bent and resolved to running after him—a woman hungry and thirsty for him. David assures me of this.

What characteristics do we see in someone’s life who has a wild faith?

Uninhibited love

Sharp Hunger

Intense Passion

Utter Abandon

Authentic Worship

Deep (broken) Repentance

I want to have a wild faith, because I have a wild God.

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