"How hungry are you for me?"

About two weeks ago at church we had a guest speaker who at the end of his sermon had an alter call for people. He specifically called for people with back conditions, two people went out the front, which should have been three. My mum glared at me from across the room as if to say get out there! The guest speaker gave no second chances as he didn’t ask again, he went ahead and prayed for the two people. In my head I told myself there are people worse off than me, therefore I justified my reasoning for staying put in my seat. It wasn’t until earlier this week I was thinking about this particular Sunday night and God asked me “How hungry are you for me?”. It hit me, It’s not about if people are worse off then me, it’s about how hungry I am for Him in my life. Am I willing to get over my pride and stand before Him with my needs and the need for His presence to reign over my life? That’s not to say that God can’t heal me even in my quite time with Him but it does mean that getting hungry for Him requires desperation. To be desperate means having an urgent need, desire. When you have a need and a desire you will do anything and at any cost to see results.   

I read books, watch DVDs etc… of people getting healed all the time in Africa and other third world countries. Blind can see, mute can speak, lame can walk, deaf can hear, so why don’t I see and hear about miracles happening like that here in Australia? I’m not hungry enough, I’m not desperate enough, I’m not thirsty enough to LET the power of God move in my life. These people literally know what it feels like to be hungry and they see and feel the miraculous happen. In Australia we don’t know what it feels like to go to bed without food night after night but we can go day after day, week after week without eating our daily bread from our heavenly father. It may not even concern us the slightest, because honestly, in our comfortable blessed country that part of our life is so often filled with other things. That’s the difference between our walk with Christ and that of third world countries, they have very little distractions, they acknowledge their need for God. I need to acknowledge that I need God. I know in my heart that I need Him in my life but I need to acknowledge that with every opportunity I get, even in church, the place where sometimes I honestly am the most arrogant to that need and hunger for Him. In the past it has become too routine.