THE MATTER OF MATTERING:
I am sitting in this strange limbo of being just moved yet facing the unknown if we are moving again this summer. So do I getting involved or wait to know if we are staying? Seize the Day or wait for tomorrow? Do I just ride out this time on the sidelines or get into the game? But what is the game? Go deep? Go wide? Breath in? Breath out? Be still or get going?
So I have been praying. God, help me matter. Amen.
I’ve been praying over my schedule, examining ministry and volunteer opportunities through the church, school and the community. I’ve been pondering what will have the biggest impact the next six months. God, help me matter. Amen.
I wondered if God wanted me to lead another Just Moved group like I did in Texas and Ohio so I set up a meeting with my church leadership to discuss the possibility. As I met with a pastor, I was excited about the ability to serve, I was hungry to make an impact, to matter. But something felt off as I was sitting there “selling” myself about who I was and what I had done. What was the matter with me? Wasn’t this the answer to my prayer? God, help me matter. Amen.
A friend had challenged me to examine my motive for starting a new group, was it because it was familiar and comfortable? Not exactly. I really did want to serve. The heart of the matter was that I wasn’t looking to serve the God to whom I matter no-matter-what BUT that I was serving the god of mattering. I was hoping to recreate what I had done before that had given me the greatest feeling of purpose.
Mattering can become an idol. And like all idols demands sacrifice and devotion. Mattering consumes your time, effort and focus. You bow lower and lower to keep it feed but it’s never enough. It isn’t enough that I matter to my family or a few friends here in Georgia. I wanted to matter to more, because an idol can never be satisfied. You know you have an idol when you begin to pray to God for help to serve it. Pride has many tentacles, and the need to matter had gripped me.
With a repentant heart I had to change my prayer. God, forgive me for wanting to matter through my performance and people’s opinions of me. Show me what matters. Amen.
After you move, it is easy to feel like you don’t matter. The more connected you were the harder it is because you mattered to so many things and people. We long for purpose, to have significance, so we invest in people, institutions, causes, or groups to have that sense of belonging. We have this desire to leave a legacy, to have had impact, to be remembered. We want to be important, we are all are screaming on the inside to matter to someone or something.
It is okay to want to matter. We are designed to matter. We are made in the image of God who is significant, worthwhile, important, the Creator of matter and mattering. So what makes you feel significant? Status, performance, love, connections, wealth, or your social media likes? These are all idols that want to you do and be more but with God it’s already been done.
We matter not because of what we’ve done but because of what was done for us. Romans 3:22 assures us that “we are made right in God’s sight when we trust Jesus Christ to take away our sins. And we all can be saved in this way, not MATTER who we are or what we have done.” And Romans 6:11 frees me to consider myself dead to sin (to mattering) and able to live for the glory of God through Christ Jesus.
We matter not because of who we are but WHOSE we are. We belong to God. Our identity can be found in Jesus Christ, Ephesians 1:3-14 explains how we are chosen, adopted, accepted, purchased, forgiven, sealed and guaranteed with deep love. Ephesians 2:10 actually calls us God’s masterpiece! “He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so that we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.”
You matter because you matter to God. We don’t have to pray to start mattering. We mattered before God created matter. The whole Bible points to us mattering so much that God sent Jesus to rescue us from not mattering. When I stop serving my need to matter I can begin to freely serve God’s matters. And knowing I matter to God is what matters most.