Hey Everyone,
I have been thinking about this a lot lately...
When I was 18, I wrote a poem about a girl who lived in a maze. The only colors that existed within her world were gray, black, and white, and the maze was surrounded by a crystal wall through which she could look out, but never seem to break through.
Just beyond the haze of darkness in which she lived was The World of Color, and she would gaze out into this magnificent world every day, but yet somehow could never actually step out into it.
And then one day, a boy looked back from The World of Color... and fell in love with The Girl in the Maze.
I never showed the poem to the boy I wrote the story about, as it seemed so unfair to make him out to be the hero of a tale I already knew had a tragic ending, but the theme of the poem was ever so clear: I was looking for someone to save me. I wanted to find "the one" who could help me break through all that glass.
It's been a long time, but so even so many years later, I hear fellow single Christians talking all the time about how they wish they could find "the one"--the hero or heroine who will save them from loneliness, depression, financial stress, parental worry, and, let's throw this one in just to be real--sexual frustration.
So many songs today are filled with lyrics such as, "Maybe... You could be the one to save me..." and I wonder how many times we all identify with those words every time we hear them.
But don't get me wrong.
The people I'm speaking about (including myself) love God, and they're doing their best to put Him first. They spend time in praise, worship, study, and charity, but something in their lives is missing, and it goes well beyond the old tried-and-true passage of, "It is not good for the man to be alone."
They are looking for someone to save them.
And so, I find myself looking in the mirror and asking myself this same question as well: "If God has already saved me, why do I think I keep needing to find someone else to supposedly complete the job?"
How many others out there feel this way, and what makes us feel this so strongly?
Why do we keep looking for someone to save us if God already has?
I have been thinking about this a lot lately...
When I was 18, I wrote a poem about a girl who lived in a maze. The only colors that existed within her world were gray, black, and white, and the maze was surrounded by a crystal wall through which she could look out, but never seem to break through.
Just beyond the haze of darkness in which she lived was The World of Color, and she would gaze out into this magnificent world every day, but yet somehow could never actually step out into it.
And then one day, a boy looked back from The World of Color... and fell in love with The Girl in the Maze.
I never showed the poem to the boy I wrote the story about, as it seemed so unfair to make him out to be the hero of a tale I already knew had a tragic ending, but the theme of the poem was ever so clear: I was looking for someone to save me. I wanted to find "the one" who could help me break through all that glass.
It's been a long time, but so even so many years later, I hear fellow single Christians talking all the time about how they wish they could find "the one"--the hero or heroine who will save them from loneliness, depression, financial stress, parental worry, and, let's throw this one in just to be real--sexual frustration.
So many songs today are filled with lyrics such as, "Maybe... You could be the one to save me..." and I wonder how many times we all identify with those words every time we hear them.
But don't get me wrong.
The people I'm speaking about (including myself) love God, and they're doing their best to put Him first. They spend time in praise, worship, study, and charity, but something in their lives is missing, and it goes well beyond the old tried-and-true passage of, "It is not good for the man to be alone."
They are looking for someone to save them.
And so, I find myself looking in the mirror and asking myself this same question as well: "If God has already saved me, why do I think I keep needing to find someone else to supposedly complete the job?"
How many others out there feel this way, and what makes us feel this so strongly?
Why do we keep looking for someone to save us if God already has?
