God Wants Our Hearts

Living in relationship with God is a topic that I have examined in previous articles, and today, I want to probe it further. This is one of the amazing aspects of Christianity – that God is King and Lord and Savior and Judge, and yet, he calls us friends (John 15:15). He is not a God that we worship from afar; he is a God we draw near to and with whom we walk in relationship. He wants our hearts, but so often we settle for less. 

 

I have been reading a book recently by Jerrad Lopes called Dad Tired and Loving It. In it he gives an example from marriage. He asks us to suppose a man buys a guide on how to be a good husband and starts to do the things listed in checklist fashion. The wife will be pleased with what he is doing but suppose she asks why he is doing these things and he responds with, “Because this book told me to.” This answer reveals his heart. His wife does not have his heart. There is a hollowness and a distance. His actions are not motivated by a desire to draw closer to his wife in love, but something else. Perhaps a desire to look like a good husband or to feel good because he is doing the things that good husbands do. This is how we as humans can be with God. He wants our hearts, but so often we settle for less.

 

To dive into this further, let us look once again at the story of the rich young man that came to talk with Jesus. I have looked at this section in previous posts, but one of the things I love about Scripture is that it can always be mined further. Each text is rich with meaning. The question this rich young man poses to Jesus is, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” (Mark 10:17). In essence, he is asking, “How do I check the not going to hell box?” Jesus starts to list out the commandments. The man confirms he has been following them all. Then Jesus, knowing this man’s heart, as he knows all our hearts, gave the man a check box he could not check. “‘Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.’ At this the man’s face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth” (Mark 10:21-22). 

 

We are all like this man in some way. We all have things that we treasure. Maybe it’s money and possessions as it was for this man or perhaps it’s prestige or comfort or being able to do as we wish. We are also like him in another way in that most of us can check a lot of boxes. We can do good deeds. But God knows something. He knows that these things can never satisfy. Satisfaction is only found in him.

 

In Matthew 6:19, Jesus said, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.” Everything we have could be taken away in a moment. Perhaps even more startling though is that, in the long run, we are guaranteed to have everything on this earth taken from us – we will die. Yet we live in ignorance of this because the other road is easier: the road of money, the road of comfort, the road of doing what we want, and yet hoping that our good deeds sprinkled along the way will be enough to appease God. As Jesus said, “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it” (Matthew 7:13, 14). 

 

What is this narrow road? It is not narrow because God makes it narrow. It is narrow because we make is narrow. We try to cling to what we have here on earth. We believe the lie that has been told since ancient days. We believe that we are better off without God, that the things here on earth are more important than him. All the while, Jesus stands with open arms. He loves us. He wants to be in relationship with us forever. His heart can be seen so clearly in this verse, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing” (Matthew 23:37). He wants to gather us. Instead, we walk away sad because we think what he offers is too difficult. We opt instead for the things of this earth which will rust, which will fade, which will be stolen, which will ultimately be taken from us at death. 

 

While we opt for the lie of this world being able to satisfy, we miss what is really there for us. Listen to what Jesus said to the young man, “and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” Not only do we get “treasure in heaven” which Jesus points out is a treasure “where moths and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal”, we get Jesus – God himself. He wants to be with us and walk with us each and every day. Not just in heaven, but on earth now. He wants our hearts, not empty deeds. So, will we cling to the things of this world and walk away from Jesus sad now only to be left eternally sad or will we step into life with him, which will never disappoint? As Jesus makes clear, “No one can serve two masters” (Matthew 6:24). Who is our master? Is it money, possessions, ourselves, something else, or is it Jesus? At the end, the former will leave us wondering, “have I done enough.” The latter will leave us saying, “I know that my Savior has done enough because I know him and he has shown me so.”

Come, Follow Me

“Come, follow me.” These words to follow were a continued refrain from the lips of Jesus. He said them when calling his disciples (Matthew 4:19). He said them to the rich young man who wanted to know how to inherit eternal life (Mark 10:21). He said them to a tax collector (Luke 5:27). He said them to his disciple Peter after being raised to life after his death on the cross (John 21:19). And he says those same words to us.
 

Jesus desires to be with us. He wants to walk with us. He wants to teach us. He wants us to know him. He wants relationship with us. We want relationships too. It is knit into each one of our hearts. We seek it in all kinds of ways, good ways – romantically, with friends, with family. And yet, so often we don’t seek it in the greatest way – with Jesus.
 

We need relationship with Jesus. A truth that Pastor Tim Keller points out, that I have noted in a previous post too, is that we are utterly alone in the world without him. At any moment, anyone we are in relationship with here could die, and each of us will go alone when it is our time. That is, unless we have Jesus. The God who has conquered death. The God who promises not to leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5).
 

A relationship with Jesus does something else too. It adds a whole new dimension to our relationships on earth. When we are with a friend or a relative or a spouse that is following Jesus. We know that, even if we or they do die, we need not fear because a future, eternal reuniting awaits. I love what a pastor from Kenya said to my mission team as we boarded a bus to head back to the capital city of Nairobi in 2016, “See you again, if not in this life, then surely in the next.”
 

A relationship with Jesus is amazing because he is a God that draws near to us and even knows what it is like to be human. He knows what it is like to feel the pain we feel. Are you mourning? Jesus mourns with us (John 11:35). Have you been betrayed by a friend? So has Jesus (Mark 14:44-46). Are you homeless? So was Jesus (Matthew 8:20). Are you on the brink of death? Jesus not only was, but did die, and rose again (Mark 14:36; Mark 15:39; Mark 16:6).
 

We have a love letter too – the Bible. It starts out with God creating people that he loves in Genesis. Then in the Garden, we turned away from him. God didn’t though; he still loved us. The rest of the Bible is him in pursuit of us. He is saying, “I love you and I am coming for you.” He wants us back. He loves us that much. That is why Jesus came. He came to make a way for us to come back to God. With the way made, he knocks at the door (Revelation 3:20). He is not forceful. He knocks. He waits. He calls out, “Come, follow me.” Will you open the door, will you let him in, will you heed the call, and follow?

At the Beach, Free in Jesus

As I walked down Palm Avenue away from the trolley station and towards Imperial Beach, I knew I had made the right decision. Yet, there was a tug inside of me. I still wanted to be on that trolley. Reminders of where I could be flashed before me periodically in the form of license plates titled: “Baja California”. I was close.

 

I had woken up that morning at the Quality Suites in San Diego’s mission valley. The purpose of my trip was business, but I had taken off a few days at the beginning of the trip to golf and do some sight-seeing. I had golfed the previous day, and so, the plan for the current day was to transition to the hotel where my meeting was to be and to explore downtown San Diego. On this morning I had a realization though – with the welcome reception for my meeting not starting until 6:30 pm, I actually had quite a bit of time to explore. This was strange because this had always been the start time. However, my mind had failed to properly calculate just how much I could do with the time I had. Immediately, my adventurous mind broadened to the possibilities such time afforded me. Suddenly exploring downtown San Diego no longer seemed sufficient. Being in California, a natural first thought was to go to see the ocean. A quick look at the map, paying special attention to where the trolley lines run, revealed that Imperial Beach was the best spot for such an excursion. 

 

After checking in early at my next hotel and dropping off my bags, I walked out onto the streets of San Diego with excitement. I walked South. The goal: to see Petco Park, the stadium for the San Diego Padres baseball team, and then to get on a blue line trolley. As I walked by the stadium, I snapped some pictures and read the plaques of those in the Baseball Hall of Fame who had played for the Padres. I was enjoying the day. As I got to the trolley station it was perfect timing to hop on the blue line headed the direction I wanted. 

 

As we rattled down the tracks making stops at each passing station, a second realization came – one that would loom. Before going on the trip, crossing the border hadn’t been on my radar. It hadn’t slipped my mind. I knew that San Diego was close to Mexico, very close. It just didn’t seem feasible under the constraints of the trip. How would I have the time? As I had finally noticed that morning, I did have the time. How could I get there in a relatively cheap way? This was the second realization: the San Diego trolley goes all the way to the border. With my passport in my pocket, a byproduct of the overcautiousness of wanting to have multiple IDs on the trip in case I lost one and my “you never know” way of thinking in regard to Mexico, the way to Tijuana was now cleared, well, mostly cleared. I took out my phone to research.

 

For many years I had been aware that Tijuana, Mexico, is not the safest place in the world to go. The recent murdering in a different part of Mexico of an American family by a drug cartel also rested in the back of my mind. And yet, was I concerned about my safety? The short answer: a little, but not enough to keep me from crossing the border. My wife was on my mind. As I looked up the safety of Tijuana, the results were bad, really bad. Tijuana was ranked number one, a place any city would like to be except when the ranking is on this list of most dangerous cities in the world. This was not subjective. This was real data. In 2018, there had been 2,640 murders there. That is an average of over 7 a day. It was not just Tijuana, the top 50 was littered with Mexican cities. The drug cartels have been running amuck. 

 

After overcoming this initial shock, I probed deeper to understand the numbers. As I read, a slightly different picture emerged. It sounded, well, sort of safe. People talked of going there with no issues and of being fine as long as you stay in safer spots and keep to yourself. It also appeared that most of the killings were between rival drug cartels. Tourists were unlikely targets. I also figured that the area near the border must be safe given all the border patrols that should be there. I didn’t need to stay long either; it could be a quick trip. One last barrier: could I cross on foot? Yes. The way was paved. I didn’t even need to do anything. I could stay seated right where I was and end up exactly where I wanted to be. However, words were on my mind – important words.

 

In Philippians 2:4, the apostle Paul states, “Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.” My wife was on my mind. I needed to look to her interests and not just mine. Even without asking, I knew that my wife would not want me to go. But a caveat played in my mind. She would not want me to go if she knew all the facts. What if I just asked her if I could go to Mexico? There was a good chance she wouldn’t even ask me about safety. If she did, I had a card I could play. She had crossed the border there on a mission trip many years before. Having been there, I could turn the question back to her and her first-hand knowledge? Surely, I would get a “Yes”. But I knew this wouldn’t be right. Given knowledge of the current state of Tijuana, I knew she wouldn’t want me to go. And so, I got off the trolley at the Palm Avenue station – three stops short of the border. I was indeed close.

 

The aforementioned tug persisted in me as I progressed down Palm Avenue. I felt that I had missed a great opportunity. To fully understand this tug, I must broaden the scope. I love visiting new places, and in particular, I love adding new states and countries to my list. Whenever I get close to a border, I try to cross even if the main purpose of the trip was not to go there. Michigan, North Dakota, and Wyoming were all added to my list in this fashion. When planning a trip, I try to add as many new places as possible. On the East coast two years ago, I designed a route that allowed me to add 8 new states. On my mission trip to Kenya, I made sure to have a long layover in Amsterdam, so I could add the Netherlands. In short, this is a passion of mine. To be so close to Mexico and not cross the border was very difficult indeed. 

 

We all have passions. We all have desires or things that are important to us. We want freedom too. We want to be able to pursue our desires. This is an ever evident battle cry of the current culture. We also try to be good people. We think these don’t clash, but they do. Jesus cut straight to the heart of this matter when the rich young ruler approached him. After Jesus listed out the commandments. The young man was eager to reply in the affirmative. He had indeed been following them. Aren’t we all eager to reply in such a way at times? The rich man still wanted to know what he lacked though. “Jesus answered, ‘If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me’” (Matthew 19:21). Jesus knew his heart. He knew that this man’s true god was not Jesus, but his money and possessions, and ultimately himself. And so, "he went away sad, because he had great wealth” (Matthew 19:22). 

 

Before we know Jesus, and even after we are following him, this side of heaven, we will always be tempted to follow our own way. Jesus has a way of revealing these spots in our hearts to us. What is difficult too is that, often they are not bad things in and of themselves, but when pursued at the expense of others and of God they become sin. This is what sin really is, wanting our own way, wanting to be our own gods, whether we realize it or not. It all started in the Garden of Eden. There was one tree God commanded Adam and Eve to not eat. The devil said of it, “For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened and you will be like God, knowing good and evil” (Genesis 3:5). Eve listened closely and was swayed. “When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it” (Genesis 3:6). It was good fruit. In and of itself, it was not a bad thing. But eating it trampled on God and his command, and paraphrasing Satan, she could now be her own God. In doing so, the way for autonomy was opened, but true freedom was lost. “Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden” (Genesis 3:8). Freedom is not having to hide.

 

Having a desire to go to new states and countries is not wrong. On that particular day though, it was wrong, as the Lord revealed to me that it would go against my wife’s wishes and his wishes. I could have gone to Mexico. However, I would have had to hide. I would have had to hide the fact that Tijuana is dangerous from my wife. I also would have had to turn away from Jesus, my God. I would have had to turn to myself. I would have had to sin. Freedom would have been lost.

 

As I approach the Pacific at Imperial Beach, my eyes were awed. It was a beautiful sight. I was blessed to be there. God knows what is best. He knew I would have missed something truly awesome. God is great that way. He is not a god of killing our dreams, but a God of showing us something better. He is also a God of true freedom. He knows that the current culture’s ideal of pursuing its own desires no matter what, which is nothing new but has persisted in us since that dreadful day in Eden, does not bring freedom but only shackles us to our own desires. While on the beach, I noticed that some people had written in the sand. So, I did too. I wrote, “I love you Courtney”, and sent it to her in a picture. Probably cheesy, but true. These words would have been hollow and false that day if I had gone to Mexico. I had a freedom to write these words. 

 

Should I be applauded for what I did on that day? Definitely no! It was only the grace of God working in me that kept me north of the border. Left to my own devices, I would have crossed the border. Furthermore, I have sinned against God and my wife before and I surely will in the future too. This is the beauty of following Jesus though. As we grow in relationship with him, we are better able to discern his will as I was that day, and, when we do fail, we have the awesome reality of knowing that he took all those failures, destroyed them at the cross, and replaced them with his righteousness. Because of this, we never have to hide from God again. We can stand righteous before him not because of what we have done, but because of what Jesus did for us. That is true freedom! Outside of Jesus, freedom can never be found. Outside of Jesus, we will invariably chase our own pursuits, only to be left empty in the end. Outside of Jesus, we will try to be good people, ultimately to no avail. Outside of Jesus, we will always feel the need to hide from God. So, to those that don’t know Jesus, I say, as he did to the rich young ruler, “Come, follow him!” In Jesus, you will truly be free!