As an athlete, musician, and as an American, the “Nike-esque” cultural philosophies and motivational phrases are etched on the walls of my mind. Such things as:
- “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them”~ Walt Disney
- “When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful”~ Eric Thomas
- “Believing in yourself is the first secret to success” ~ Anonymous
Such quotes attempt to give a fresh nuance to the age old progression of, “we have to try”; “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again”; and “if that doesn’t work, try harder, don't give up”. These little motivational nudges are attempts to inspire a “winner’s” attitude and unlock some undiscovered potential we never knew we had that is hidden deep within ourselves.
However over the years and especially recently, as I’ve studied God’s Word during devotions and in preparation for different teaching opportunities, I’ve detected a common concept that absolutely goes against everything the motivational speakers tell us. WE CAN’T DO IT! Let me just show you three quick examples:
- James 3:8= “But no human being can tame the tongue...
- Romans 3:20= “For by works of the law no human being will be justified in His sight...”
- Romans 9:16= “So then it depends not on human will or exertion, but on God who has mercy.”
Now, some of you out there, particularly those who are not Christian may be tempted to either pity me for low self-esteem or provide a counter argument, defending the ideal that there is a direct correlation between accomplishing our goals and the amount of effort we put into them.
I don’t know about you, but I know I cannot see that truth in my human experience at all. As a high-school student I played volleyball with consuming passion and devotion. Never won any trophies or titles; in fact two years in a row our team got to the championship and lost to the same team, a team that both years we had beaten earlier in the season.
From the time I was in fourth grade, my life, in gradually growing degrees, was dedicated to music. I played with passion. When I turned sixteen, I began writing my own songs and dreamed of being a successful singer/songwriter/musician. I practiced, and wrote constantly. I networked to the best of my ability and pursued excellence in my craft. But for those of you who know me, despite having written many songs and having continued to pursue excellence in the art of music, I do not believe anyone would describe me as a successful singer/songwriter, except for maybe my mother.
Lastly, for two years in college I was consumed by an addiction to pornography. I hated it. I didn’t want to be held captive by something I knew was absolutely wrong. So, I made commitments with all the sincerity I could muster, had accountability partners, followed the suggested multi-step processes etc. Still I found that my desire and effort, even to do what was right, was not enough to actually make it a reality.
So, in all of these areas of life, I came to a point where I felt utterly helpless. I couldn’t understand why the goals I had set all of my being towards still escaped me, even though I did everything I knew I could to attain it. That seemingly hopeless state actually revealed a greater hope: A hope in God. Not in the “God helps those who help themselves” kind of way, which is, by the way, a false teaching, but in the “God has mercy” way of Romans 9:16. He does not give mercy and grace to the hardest workers, or those who want it the most, he gives it to those who are broken and humbly come to Him.
When I finally got that, it was the most freeing thing I have ever experienced. My life was no longer about proving myself and constantly striving to catch the wind until I finally broke down. I discovered that life is a gift, and everything in it is a gift of mercy to be embraced. My failures led me thankfully to the cross in worship because I was not defined by them anymore. My successes provoked worship because I knew that I did not deserve them, nor could I have attained them apart from the grace of God. For a man can reach for the stars, but he will never hold them in his hands unless God were to pluck them from the galaxy and set them at his feet.
I understand that for those of you who have not been exposed to or are not at a place personally where you want to accept this reality that this message may not be what you wanted to hear. But I promise you that it is by the merciful design of God that we experience true freedom when we accept that we are truly helpless and turn to Him. And in experiencing the freedom, grace and love of God, that becomes our source of motivation, drive and passion that spurs us on to work diligently for His glory. But, that’s a blog for another time.