Which is More Urgent? Diarrhea or God?
Have you ever been traveling in a rural area when your bowels become plagued with diarrhea? No gas stations, well, except in your vehicle. No restaurants. No stores with public restrooms. Absolutely nowhere to stop and use a restroom.
All of the sudden you find yourself overtaken by two things: panic and urgency.
Your eyes begin darting furtively from one side of the road to the next, frantically flashing down side streets, straining to see as far ahead as possible hoping against all odds to see the neon lights of any public building.
You’re clenching muscles you didn’t even know you had.
Pleading with Mother Nature, with your digestive tract, with God to please let this moment pass. Please just let it go away at least until you make it home.
You try to depress the gas pedal to move down the highway faster, but the motion releases the muscle control that you desperately need in other areas. So you ease off the accelerator and go back into to clinch mode.
Around the next corner, to your relief, is the glow of neon lights. You whip into a parking spot, barrel out of the car barely before you get it parked, and do a shuffling run into the bathroom.
I don’t know about you, but I have issues with public bathrooms. I really can’t use them.
But there comes a time, a time of panic and urgency, when I can forget the fact that I’m in a public bathroom.
I have to wonder, is it more urgent to seek a bathroom when plagued with diarrhea or is it more urgent to seek God?
Are we seeking Him early? Or do we wait until we’re in crisis mode? Until we have diarrhea of faith?
It just so happens that I’ve found myself in the above mentioned scenario a time or two. Being diagnosed with IBS, means I actually know where just about every gas station with a clean restroom is located. However, we do live in a very rural area, and they’re very few and far between.
Every once in a while I decide I can make it home and choose not to stop. It never fails that I decide this just as I pass the last possible place to stop before home. And it never fails that home is usually anywhere from 10-18 miles away without anyplace else to stop.
Sometimes we make the rational decision to wait to seek God.
Perhaps we’re under the misguided impression that we can handle the situation on our own and don’t need to bother him. Or perhaps we’re certain there will be other opportunities when it’s more convenient.
Isaiah 55:6 has always made me a little uncomfortable, though. While He may be found indicates that the Lord won’t always be able to be sought. There is a limit to the time we have to seek Him.
We should be seeking Him with the same urgency we seek a restroom when our bowels are screaming because our soul and our flesh are screaming out for Him.
Where do our priorities lie? In a restroom or in a Savior?