AFFLICTED WITH "DETOURITIS"

I'm afflicted with a weakness called "detouritis." It comes on me whenever I head for my closet, my “prayer closet,” as Jesus called the time we set aside to pray. 

I sincerely want to have summit meetings with God, but I grope and stumble. Something happens to me on the way to pray.

I sense an invisible but very real enemy who lurks in dark corners carrying a suitcase full of masks and disguises. He probably isn't the red-suited, forked-tailed, horned caricature often portrayed. He may well appear as an engaging "angel of light," as he is called in Scripture. Nevertheless, the tag on his suitcase spells "wiles." That's not his name; that’s a description of the contents. It's full of tricks and strategies meant to fool, trap, and entice me. The devil is a master of crafty and beguiling behavior. He designed his cunning activities to lure me away from time alone with God. Chicanery and fraud are involved. 

He is downright devilish. I certainly don't think I’m important enough for him to give me his infernal, personal attention, but it's obvious that Satan has trained his underling minor devils well. They seem to know me intimately. In my own strength I'm no match for the deceiver or his gang. Of course I know what he's up to, but sadly, I still fall for the same old tricks. I don't consider myself naive, so why am I such a willing victim of the deceiver?

In the morning, the deceiver seems to gently rock my bed like a cradle. Perhaps it's a flashback to my infant days, but I never fail to doze off again even after a good night's sleep. He succeeds in convincing me that I’d be sleep-deprived if I didn’t get a few more winks. He lullabies me by crooning, "Just a few more minutes...." I feel compelled to roll over, pull the covers up, and before I know it the sun is streaming through the window. 

At night, the deceiver uses a sandman disguise. If he has kept me from my summit meetings with God in the morning, he catapults me into procrastination. I reason that I'll still have time to spend with God late at night. Bedtime beckons earlier as I advance in age. It is as if the tempter throws sand in my eyes, and my eyelids begin to droop. My mind struggles with sticky cobwebs. I have no idea what I've been reading in the Bible nor can I concentrate on prayer. I'm overcome with sleep.

On the other hand, the deceiver is more than willing to let me read a novel far into the night. Or to watch a late TV show without nodding off. He knows that if I postpone my prayer until the last thing at night, he's home free and I'm his victim again. My theme song could parody the familiar hymn:

“My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine.”

(But I'm just so tired that I want to recline.)

“My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou,”

(But I'll catch You tomorrow. I'm sleepy just now!”)

The deceiver knows that if my traditional mindset dictates that the proper times to meet with God are only in the morning or at night, he knows he has me incapacitated throughout the day. However, I do have free will, and I could resist the enemy's wiles. Why should all be lost because some urgency or emergency kept me from my accustomed summit meeting with God in the morning? I could simply schedule another time during the day when I’m alert. I could show the deceiver who is boss. God is my boss!

As I abide in Him, and He in me, I should recognize that I am in God's presence all day long. When I walk and talk with the Lord in the midst of my daily activities, the deceiver has to keep his distance. He has no power in the presence of God, although he will still keep trying to interrupt, distract my mind, or intrude on my awareness of God's continual presence in my ordinary pursuits. Why do I persist in my victim mentality and succumb to “detouritis”?

Besides trying to divert my mind, he adds the strategy of attacking my body by making me hungry, or thirsty, or itchy whenever I enter the presence of God. He summons up any number of little aches or pains that he's used successfully on me before. 

But God has provided me with a defense against him. What is my “shield of faith” for, if not to deflect the deceiver's attacks?

DETOURED?

Lord, here I am, finally!

Did You think I wasn't coming?

I began to think so too.

I can't understand what I do:

Why should I take a detour

from entering Your Majesty’s presence

to clean smudges from windows

instead of hurrying to meet You

to cleanse my soul?

I even water house plants

that aren’t thirsty

while it is I

who need a fresh drink

of the Water of Life.

I confess my predictable dawdle,

dilly-dallying with trifles,

delaying my delight in Your presence.

Honestly, Lord, I do

desire You first above all

although who would guess

as they watch me digress?

I keep You waiting for me,

You who are King of the Universe,

Creator, and Savior of men!

Please forgive me!

To my shame I expose

my distorted priority.

You've never made me wait.

You've never been late.

You've always kept Your promise

that if I draw near to You,

You will draw near to me.

Lord, draw me like a magnet

into Your summit presence.

Cause me to come

straight as an arrow

instead of taking a detour

at every distraction.

Finally I'm here now

sitting at Your feet at last,

cleansed by Your Word,

resting in Your love,

refreshed and restored,

by my Ever-forgiving Lord!

“But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness..." (Matt. 6:33). "As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for Thee, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God..." (Psalm 42:1,2). "Draw near to God and He will draw near to you...” (James 4:8).