The other day I saw a Facebook post come across my feed that said, “Half the world is starving while the other half is trying to lose weight.”
It definitely made me think about the physical starvation of people, but it was like a punch in the gut when I thought about the spiritual side of things.
Most of us pick and choose our Christianity like we pick and choose items off of a buffet.
Millions have never even heard the name of Jesus, yet I decide which teacher I like best, which ministry I’ll support and which translation of the Bible I deem as appropriate to study from. I gorge myself and then look around in condescension on those who aren’t choosing the same things off the menu as I am.
Meanwhile, in the real world, others are starving to hear the Word. They are hungry and trying to fill their empty plates with anything that even seems like it might fit. What am I doing? I’m standing in the line at the buffet. Desperate people are simply trying to find the door to the restaurant while my back is turned refilling my plate over and over.
Can you tell I’m a little mad at myself? I’m actually sickened. I’m sickened by my excuses and lack of love.
Oswald J. Smith said, “No one has the right to hear the gospel twice, while there remains someone who has not heard it once.”
Hudson Taylor said, “Perhaps if there were more of that intense distress for souls that leads to tears, we should more frequently see the results we desire. Sometimes it may be that while we are complaining of the hardness of the hearts of those we are seeking to benefit, the hardness of our own hearts and our feeble apprehension of the solemn reality of eternal things may be the true cause of our want of success.”
I find myself getting into lulls with praying for the lost. Sometimes, it’s an intense burden to pray for individuals by name, literally begging God to break through a particular heart so they will receive Him. At other times though, it’s as if I’ve never met a lost person in my life. I’m clueless and heartless and a day becomes a week before I mention a lost soul in my prayers once again. Am I not doing Bible study during this lull? Am I not going to church? Am I not memorizing Scripture with my youngest? Am I not writing the blog? The crazy thing is that I AM! Don’t worry…I’m still at the buffet filling my own plate. Apparently, I’m just not willing to share.
I’m finding that Hudson Taylor must be right. It’s my own hardness of heart that stops the growth of Christianity in my generation. Where’s the distress over souls?!What is wrong with me?! Have I become narcissistic in my Christianity? Is there such a thing? How can I be a Christian and obsessed with myself? Isn’t that impossible? If I’m a “little Christ”, aren’t I obsessed with others and dying to self daily?“O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?” (Romans 7:24)
The very next verse of Romans 7 says that only Jesus Christ can deliver me and oh, I know that’s true. He’s delivered me over and over again. He’s replaced this hard heart so many times I’ve lost count. I’m so thankful He never gives up on me. I am so thankful that He has convicted me once again and is reminding me of the millions who have yet to know Him. I thank Him that He does not want one soul to perish without Him (2 Peter 3:9). I thank Him that He is the Good Shepherd that continues to find the one little lost lamb (Matthew 18:11-14).
I’m thankful for this buffet that He has for me, but I need to remember that I have been given this buffet to lure others in. The tantalizing aromas of grace and love must be all over me so that others want to come and partake as well. I have been able to taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 34:8) so that I can point others to the choicest meat. I’m supposed to share with others who are starving and not simply sit around looking at another person in line at the buffet talking about how good everything is. Yes, I am supposed to feed myself, but only so I can have the strength to feed others. That’s what this buffet is really for…to sustain us all, not just one, or two.
I’m reminded of the time when Jesus fed the massive multitude of over 5,000 people with two fish and five loaves of bread (Matthew 14). He commanded His disciples to share and not hoard it. Can you imagine the rebuke they would have gotten had they just hoarded it away and kept it all for themselves? Such a thing is laughable to us becasue we know the hungry crowd was right in front of them, but isn’t the hungry crowd in front of us as well?
We have been given so much more than two fish and five loaves and He has commanded us to go and share, but we have become hoarders of God’s provision and I know in my own life… I’m sick of smelling the fish. When I am tight fisted with God’s buffet, no one benefits, including myself. Blessings are meant to be shared.
When did we get so scared of losing what God has given us to begin with?
As I stare at my buffet of Bibles, talents, study guides and so much more, I have to ask my Lord what the next step is. Would you be willing to do the same? We all have our own buffet of provision. How does God want you to share yours?
“Half the world is starving while the other half is trying to lose weight.”
It’s a real shame that this statement has become so true when all along the food has been for us all. Thank God for His provision today, but let’s stop picking and choosing and get to sharing instead.
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** Picture from Noka’s Lavish Buffet Spread