The First Declaration of Emotional Theology
“The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.” Psalm 23:1
Not Want – I can think of no more appropriate place to begin a new year than with the words “not want” (lo’ ekaw-sere). Isn’t that what we all hope for? To live in this world without want. No matter what else we believe, this seems to be the universal plea of our souls. Atheist, agnostic or religious follower of any god, not one of us desires a life of continual want. We may not aspire to riches, but we do desire life without emptiness.
David sees that the only real answer to the gnawing within is the work of the shepherd. He recognizes that I am not able to fill the voids with my own hand. This, of course, is a fundamental tenant of the Way (I could call it a fundamental tenant of Christianity but that might lead us to conclude that God somehow changed His character with the coming of the Messiah. He didn’t. This is good Jewish theology as well. In fact, today it often appears that “Christianity” no longer fully embraces this pivotal idea. As the good bishop from Africa remarked, “I had no idea that the [American] church could accomplish so much without God.”). My kaw-sere (lack) is removed by the shepherd, not by me. He is the one who provides what I need. He feeds. I follow.
But we all knew this, didn’t we? We have known this for ages, ever since we memorized this verse when we were children. If you or your children haven’t memorized this absolutely basic bit about God, then do it now. This is the first step of a real emotional theology. You see, we all intellectually agree with David’s statement, but we rarely make it the inner pillar of life support when our emotions send us down the path of empty desires. We have a God of propositions, a God of shepherd-theory, not a God who picks us up and actually carries us to green pasture. Most of the time, we entertain a God who we believe knows how to help, but seems unwilling to do so. And why should He? We are too quick to take care of ourselves.
This year I will not be seduced by religious theory. This year I want a God who holds me in his arms when I cry, who shelters me when the storms howl, who sets that table before me when my enemies are ready to attack and who loves me even when I fail.
My wants are deep. As I write these words, I feel them tugging at my soul. Loneliness. Discouragement. Disappointment. Failure. Hopelessness. Confusion. Angst. The caverns of human plight are dark, foreboding and cold. I cannot survive them without the real, live, present Shepherd. If God cannot care for my emotions, then I will forever be lacking. Life is more than health and wealth.
Do you have a Shepherd or do you merely acknowledge a God of shepherd-theory while you run off to the therapist or the prayer group?
