So, I had this dream last night that the only thing there was to eat was yuca. No one had anything BUT yuca. Restaurants, all serving yuca. Grociery stores, isles and isles of yuca. There were yuca casseroles made with .. just yuca. Boiled yuca, broiled yuca, raw yuca, poached yuca. You get the picture.
To understand the meanings (there are actually 2.5) of my dream, you need to understand a little about me and yuca:
- I am not fond of yuca. In fact, it's on my list of foods that are barely consumable without blowing chunks. I usually refer lovingly to it as "yucko".
- Yuca is found most abundantly in the most impoverished countries in the world, where it is a common dietary staple.
- This week, one of my sponsor children died in one of these nations. The last thing she did before she passed was to delight in sharing a letter with me letting me know her village had a plentiful harvest of cassava (yuca) this year.
- I have spent more than a considerable amount of my down time this week watching the news, mostly because I am grieving my sponsor child and don't feel like doing much else, but also because I am yipped at the pending "health care reform" and other congressional and executive blunders.
OK.. now we're set to move along. Please turn to Luke 4 so we may begin.
If you are hungry, nothing else matters but eating. Even eating yuca, I suppose. It is not until you are full that you can care much about anything else.
Ever try to share the gospel with a starving person? Feed them first. Preferably not yuca.
We must minister to the most basic needs of an individual before they can begin to listen or appreciate the Good News we have for them.
We must move beyond our churches and families and into the streets. Now. Fill the stomaches, heal the bodies and minds, share the Gospel. In that order.
Yuca is yuca. It's bland, kind of lumpy sometimes, and very unappealing. Yeah, it will keep you alive, but in a little while, you have to eat it again (gag) because you are hungry again. So now you are repeating this whole yuca processing process.
Kind of like what our country is doing right now, trying to give every person every single thing they need to live; health care, education, jobs, etc. When they control what we eat, but we have to pay for it, then we're gonna get what is most abundant for the cost. Yuca. You betcha. It may keep us alive, but it tastes soooo nasty going down. Tomorrow, well, we get more yuca. YUM! You can have my serving, I'll pass.
So, what's your point Mo? You're probably asking by now.
My point is the rest of the scripture - BUT BY EVERY WORD OF GOD. We live not by fulfilling our most basic of needs, but by every Word of God. I can eat yuca for every meal, every day of my life and still be dead. If I don't eat it, I could die. If I eat it, I still die eventually. Nothing can save me from yuca except the Word of God. Yuca cannot save the lives of orphans and the improverished communities of Rwanda, it cannot save our nation, it can't save me; but the Word of God can. I am alive in Christ.
I also want to point out as a meaning 2a that this portion of scripture was Jesus quoting the Law when satan was tempting him. I am not personally tempted at this moment by yuca, but when we go without the Word for long enough, I recon yuca may start to looking good to us. Keep you guard up, keep your eyes on the Lord and keep your nose in the Word. If we do this, yuca will never look very appealing to us.
Thank you Lord for allowing me the opportunity to provide for those in need so that your good works may be seen and that you can be glorified.
Thank you Lord for reminding me that even though I am surrounded by yuca, all I really need is You. Thank you Lord for giving me your Word so that when I look at yuca when I am hungry, it's still yucko.