Genesis 28:10-22 & Sleeping and Smoking

I too was sleeping when God “found” me.  Church was presented to me as an option that morning, “Josh do you want to go to church?”  Why would an eleven year old boy say, “yes”?  God was dealing with my father. There was not a spiritual blip on my radar.  My thoughts likely consisted of sleep, Nintendo, and G.I. Joe.  I’m not sure what my motivation was.  I don’t think it was because I thought church might be “fun”, or that girls would be there. If anything it was simply to please my dad.  I was not seeking God, God was seeking me.  Though I was not converted in this moment, a series of events then began that would lead to my salvation.

C.J. Mahaney was not simply sleeping, he was smoking – weed! No, he was not simply a weed-smoker when he heard the gospel, he was smoking weed when he heard the gospel.

I was smoking pot the first time I heard the gospel.

I am a Christian not because I was worthy or wanting to be saved. No, I wasn’t searching for God.

God came looking for me.

It was 1972.  I was sitting in my bedroom when my friend Bob began sharing with me the simple story of Jesus dying for my sins, a story I had never heard despite growing up in church.

But that night, as I listened, God revealed himself and regenerated my heart. I believed and repented. The cross was for me. Jesus was my Savior.  – In Living the Cross Centered Life

I’ve heard C.J. say that he was not only smoking hash, he was happy doing it.  He was not at that time a miserable sinner.  He loved sin and was enjoying it.

This is the major false premise that ruins “seeker-sensitive” logic. We don’t seek God; God seeks us.

I wasn’t just asleep when God found me, I was dead (Ephesians 2:4-5).

God is the ravenous predator, we are the lucky prey – gloriously and blessedly devoured.