I am a head-banging rocker. I always have been, and will always be. I love guitar shredding licks and earth shattering solos. I’ve always dreamed of being able to play like the greats: Satriani, Johnson, Page, Van Halen, Lang, Sanatana. I’ve been to some awesome concerts, thrashed my head around, jumped up and down, waved my arms in the air, screamed until I was hoarse, sat in awe, and raved at how awesome the bands were.
Man I want to be like that! I want the skills, the money, and thousands of people screaming my name. I want the recognition, and the ability to walk into a room and own it, with everyone centered on me, and my talent.
Then it reminds me of how I sometimes treat my Jesus, aka Rock Star Jesus.
I go to meet my Jesus at church. I listen to the preacher talk of a man who walked on the earth with amazing power to heal people’s bodies and souls. He had incredible wisdom and authority to speak into people’s lives and bring light into their darkness. Then I look at the cross, “Man I want to be like that!”
Just like at the concert, I leave, listen to my new CD, and life goes on just the same.
See, I don’t really want to be like my Rock Star Jesus, I just want what He has.
To really be like the rock star, it takes hours every day, for years, sometimes playing until the fingers bleed. While everyone else was out playing or doing whatever, the rock star was locked in his room running through scales and riffs, learning theory, and emulating his own rock stars. It takes work, hard work, to get to that level. It costs you your life.
And it is no different for me as a Christian. If I truly want to be like Christ, then I have to be like Him, and do what He did. I have to spend time with Him, study His life, techniques, and ways. Do it every day until His nature is my nature. It takes work, hard work to get to that level. It will cost me my life.
Then I am reminded of this little ditty from John 14:23-24:
“Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. He who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me.”
I say I love him, but do I obey him? Do I spend time every day making my life a reflection of his?
- God, don’t let me be a Jesus groupie. I don’t want to spend my life chasing Him for just one glance, or just one touch, I want to be like Him. Help me to count the cost, and lay down my life to truly gain His.
This post is also appearing on my good friend and blood-brother Christopher Hopper’s blog. Check out his site, buy his books and his music. He’s awesome!
I am the king of flat tires. No, make that the Joker, because the number of them I get is truly comical. I have yet to rotate the tires on my Caravan as every few months, a tire is being replaced. The circumstances are different, and the names are changed to protect the innocent, but each time I am forced to take my nemesis head on: The Spare Tire, aka. The Donut.
Regardless of the number of times I have subdued this beast, each time is an epic battle. It seems simple enough, a half twist counter-clockwise, then crank the nut clockwise until you can get the tire out. I am sure that every night, the engineer of the release mechanism under my van lets out a haughty laugh, admiring his brilliance. It never works the first time. It hardly works the fiftieth time.
After the beast has been unleashed, and properly mounted, there is still the matter of driving. It’s embarrassing. About the only thing it’s good for is, well, nothing. It impedes my speed and handcuffs my handling. The only thing on my mind is how fast can this be fixed, so I can put it back where it belongs; out of sight – out of mind.
It hurts to say, but sometimes this is how I treat my Jesus, as a “Spare Tire Jesus.”
My life is on cruise control, situation normal, and bam! Something goes wrong. Uh-oh, life can’t go on like this. I’m forced to get dirty now, to get on my knees and pray for help. It should be easy to do. Speaking with Jesus should be an every day event, not just a call I make when I need roadside assistance.
So I get my “Spare Tire Jesus” out, and install him in my life for a time. And sometimes it’s embarrassing to put Him on display for the world to see. What if people were to know that Jesus was a part of my life? Not just that, “I’m saved,” but that I truly put my trust in Him, that He is as integral to my life as having a fourth tire.
My “Spare Tire Jesus” alters the way I drive my life. He changes the direction I want to go, and how fast I can get there. This is a good thing. Jesus is meant to be more than a pull in a certain direction that hampers me getting to my destination. He is meant to be the navigator and driver. If he holds the plan for my life, it only makes sense that He knows how to get there better than I.
Well, the situation clears, now what? With my van, I put a new tire on, and pray it doesn’t happen again anytime soon. But this cannot be allowed to happen with my Jesus. Instead of being my safety net in case of emergencies, He needs to be my life. Those times when life gets a flat tire are generally the result of me not following Christ’s examples for living (Matthew 5-7) and are simply His way of saying, “Chris, you’re on the wrong path. It’s time to get it straight.”
Is Jesus your spare tire? Is He only for use in emergencies, hard to get out, and embarrassing to display as you live life? I encourage you to get out of the drives seat, climb into the trunk, hand Jesus the keys, and say, “Where you lead, I will follow.” He will take you on unbelievable adventures, and there will be no need to worry about getting a flat tire when He takes the wheel.
This is the first in a series I am titling “aka My Jesus.” Check back for new installments!
There are some songs that just say what needs to be said. This is along the lines of Black Eyed Peas’s Where is the Love? Adding to the impact of the song, there is a killer beat box solo about 2:30 into it.
The Black Eyed Peas hit a home run with this one. Where is the love? The answer to that is that it starts with me. I say I have faith in Christ, and I am His disciple, but where is the love? Am I showing my family love? Am I showing my neighbor love? Am I showing my enemies love?
We need to remember that our battle is not against men, it is against principalities and powers of darkness. It is against the father of lies (Eph. 6:12). How can we love God, that we cannot see, if we cannot even love our brother, who we can see (1 John 4:20)?