There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I know. I lived it.
Somehow my life was no longer filled or fulfilled with good things, but cluttered by it.
I felt overworked.
I couldn’t keep up.
Not exactly my idea of a great life. And if you’re reading this post, I assume you would agree.
So I did the only thing I could think to do – I marched down to my basement and started tackling the many bins in my storage room that were filled with question marks and shoulder shrugs.
The freedom of that moment became so addictive that I moved it to the main floor.
Then the upstairs.
Then the garage.
Then the backyard.
Then the vehicle.
Then my computer folders.
Then my emails.
Then my calendar.
Then my daily schedule.
I was on a mission (or had gone mad).
But then something else happened.
God moved to my heart, and my head, and my soul. He stirred me.
Was the good I was doing “for Him” really about serving Him or more about serving the Pastor, or the congregation, or filling a void, or impressing friends, or pleasing family, or keeping up with the pace of culture?
I honestly couldn’t answer.
I had become so caught up with all the good I was doing that it was no longer good.
I couldn’t even recognize how cluttered up and ineffective my faith really was.
A Different Kind Of Purge.
That’s when a spiritual purge began.
I marched down to the basement of my soul, opened the door, allowed Him in, and He began going through the many bins in my faith storage that were filled with question marks and shoulder shrugs.
Why did I lead worship?
What did worship mean to me?
Did I honestly believe the Bible to be true?
Why was I going to church?
Did I even believe in church?
Was the cross compelling to me?
When was the last time I shared my faith?
The purging continued.
I let go of performing.
I tossed my clichéd answers.
I threw away the rules.
And I took off my facades.
Still it continued.
Why did I hide when things got spiritually hard?
Why did I pretend to have it all together?
Why was I only there for people when there was something in it for me?
What did mature faith look like?
Becoming A Good Kind Of Mess.
I felt free.
I was confronting hard truths and He was minimalizing the clutter my faith had become.
I can’t even begin to tell you how alive it made my soul.
In the same way being busy with your life fills up your days, it doesn’t mean your life is fulfilled. This too is exactly what happens with your faith if you aren’t intentional about the way you live it.
You can be in church seven days a week and look nothing like Jesus.
You can be in the lights, on the stage, booming through a mic and not reflect or model one sentence of scripture.
You could be coolest, the most talented, the most social, and actually repel people from the truth of the Gospel rather than attract them… because you’ve made the Gospel more about you than Him.
A full faith does not mean you are living a fulfilled faith.
Because you can be so busy doing church, that you don’t even have time to stop and think about whether you are being the church.
Minimalism has become an important topic in the blog world – and it’s certainly a great topic for such an overindulged and materialistic society. But perhaps it’s time for it to become an important topic in our overcommitted and distracted church society.
Perhaps it’s time for a conversation to take place about the importance of de-cluttering and minimializing our faith.
Because here’s a hard question to personally confront:
How much of what you’re doing “for God” do you actually need to be doing?
It’s time for Christians to be less busy inside the walls of church and more intentional beyond the walls of church… but it just might mean minimalizing our schedules, our programs, our agendas, our preferences, our conveniences and our plans.
I know from experience there’s a whole lotta freedom on the other side.