And he was
probably right.
DESIRE.
True, gut-grabbing,
put-it-all-on-the-line desire.
It’s what
can turn a middle of the road shoot-fighter into a UFC champion. That’s one of the things I’ve always loved
about mixed martial arts. On any given
Sunday, it really is ANYONE’S game. And
sometimes, just sometimes, something happens where a low-ranked fighter rises
up and takes it all. If the spark of inspirational desire can
pull something off like that (basically, a UFC championship) in one night,
just think what the fire of
inspirational desire can achieve over a long period of time. Look at the likes of say a Frank Shamrock (my grandpa in MMA) or a
Royce Gracie or, even, an Anderson Silva.
These gentlemen, time and time again, would just show up and take the whole thing. They had and still have the fire of inspirational desire. THAT, my friends is what makes a champion a capital
“C” Champion.
How’bout
you? Do you want to be a Champion? (Heck, yeah!!)
Me, too,
man. I’m right there with ya. :o)
If you want
to be a Champion, then you’re going to need to become a champion in heart
first. And that, my friends, comes through
time + training. For it is in
attacking a self-and-other/coach-directed training regimen day-in and day-out where you begin to get to
know yourself, to discover the real you, and to learn what it is you really want in
life. It’s where you begin to approach the
genuine spark of true desire to achieve or become that for which you are destined but haven't—YET!
Over time, as you continue to romance the spark of desire within, the kindling of lesser things and wants in life will ignite and slowly disappear in the flame of that desire. And It’s that very flame, my friends, that inspired William Wallace to take aim at the whole of England’s armies with no thought to the physical consequences to himself. And it’s that same flame that charged the heroes of September 11th up the stairs of Tower 1 at 0846 that fateful morning.
Over time, as you continue to romance the spark of desire within, the kindling of lesser things and wants in life will ignite and slowly disappear in the flame of that desire. And It’s that very flame, my friends, that inspired William Wallace to take aim at the whole of England’s armies with no thought to the physical consequences to himself. And it’s that same flame that charged the heroes of September 11th up the stairs of Tower 1 at 0846 that fateful morning.
And it was
that same desire that surfaced as Jacob wrestled with God at Peniel (see Genesis 32:22-31).
Jacob (who became Israel), the son of Isaac, the son of Abraham...
Jacob (who became Israel), the son of Isaac, the son of Abraham...
For most of
his life, Jacob catered to the lesser desires of life…pursuing an easy life among the
tents, gaining and acquiring (through all manner of trickery) what didn't really belong to him until, finally,
tricking his father into giving him the blessing promised his elder twin brother
Esau. Yeah, he got the blessing (by tripping
up Esau and by deceiving Isaac), but it cost him dearly. In fact, Jacob basically ran for his life for the next
many years, all the while continuing to “trick and cheat his way” toward whatever ends he
wanted in the moment.
That is
until he encountered God “face to face.”
For it was
there that he fought for his life and then
acquired the blessing (as opposed to stealing the blessing and then running for
his life afterward). And this time, it
was no ordinary blessing, either, was it? No. For it was THE blessing…the TRUE blessing…of
a Father to His son: The bestowing of a
new name. The Fathers name. For, you see,
a man’s identity, character, and destiny are wrapped up inextricably in his
name, for it is his name that defines WHO HE IS.
Throughout
the scriptures, names are decreed and, with such decrees, destinies are
bestowed. At birth, Jacob was named Jacob,
which means he who grasps the heel. And that is EXACTLY who he was and what he
did for most of his life: grabbed the heels of others. Seeking, almost without fail, to pull others
back, to keep others down, so that he alone could win the prize—whatever the prize might be. And living such
a life, put him in close contact with tricksters just like himself. If you ever find yourself interested in a
little biblical entertainment, go read a little about Jacob’s time with Laban
(Genesis 27:41-31:55). It's quite fascinating...and a bit humorous, as well. :o)
Anyway…
Trying to grasp
the heel of another is such a wimpy way to fight for what you want, wouldn’t
you agree? To get what you want, go
after IT and face IT head on. No more of
this namby-pamby “I’ll-just-make-things-hard-for-you-in-the-hopes-that-you’ll-fall-on-your-face-and-then-all-I’ll-need-to-do-is-just-waltz-in-and-take-what’s-mine”
kind of crap. This is what God wanted Jacob to see…wanted
him to absorb…wanted him to become….wanted him to begin to live-in to.
Read Genesis
32:22-31 through one more time.
Do you see
it? Do you see that in wrestling with
God Jacob becomes Israel? He fought God, and he was blessed for
it. In it, in fact. Yes, there was the official blessing after
the fight, but do you see the substance of the blessing that occurred during the fight? The place where Jacob changed into something that he was not previously?
After it was
over, when Jacob persisted in asking God for a blessing, can you see that God
Himself seemed to be a little befuddled, if not slightly flummoxed, by it?
“Why do you ask Me My Name?” God asks (italics mine). Reading between the lines, isn’t God really asking, “Why do you ask Me My Name, Jacob? Shouldn’t you be asking Me what yours really is? Is that not the point of our struggle here together? There's really no need to grab at my heel, Jacob. For the blessing is yours already.”
“Why do you ask Me My Name?” God asks (italics mine). Reading between the lines, isn’t God really asking, “Why do you ask Me My Name, Jacob? Shouldn’t you be asking Me what yours really is? Is that not the point of our struggle here together? There's really no need to grab at my heel, Jacob. For the blessing is yours already.”
God’s
pronouncement was not about how Jacob would someday become Israel. No! It
was who he was...who he had become
already (and prior to God’s pronouncement, btw).
“Your
name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God
and with men and have overcome.”
And
Jacob got it. In wrestling with God, he discovered
what he really wanted in life, and that was to be Israel, he who struggles with God, and no longer he who grasps the heel.
But
he got more than that, though. Did you
see it? For how does the story
conclude? It ends with Israel saying, “I
saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.” He saw God face to face. He faced the scariest, most terrible force imaginable,
and he didn’t just grasp at a heel. Way to go Israel.
The
greatest blessing you could ever receive from God, my friends, is to discover
your name…the name (identity, character, and destiny) God has ordained for you.
Pursue
God, my friends. Wrestle with Him, because
He wants to give you that for which you’ve longed your entire life: His name for you.
Okay,
Dave…and how does all of this relate to persistence in prayer? Ah, what an excellent question. I guess you’re just going to have to wait until
next time!!
Until
then…God’s peace, y’all,
Dave