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All I Need



"All I Need is You, Jesus!"

I used to sing it passionately in church. I used to pray it fervently in my quiet times.

But I don't believe it anymore.

Yep. That's right. Jesus is not all I need.

Before I get stoned to death for heresy, let me explain. 

By saying, "Jesus is not all I need," I'm not saying "I don't need Jesus." I'm not saying that I've lost faith in Him. I'm not saying that I don't need Him first and foremost. I am saying that Scripture shows that this "All I need is You" culture was not the Lord's intent.

Even in Eden, the first man was lonely. He had unhindered, face-to-face contact with the Creator, and he was lonely! There was no sin, no shame, no ugliness of any kind, and he was lonely! He was so lonely, that the Lord in his compassion said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." And then when He created the first woman, He told them to "be fruitful and multiply." If that's not an indicator that we were made to live in community, I don't know what is. It was the Lord's own beautiful idea that we would need others besides Him. More correctly, that we would need others, once we were filled with Him.

Before the time of our individualistic society, and in many places around the world today, community means survival. Living in community means more hands to bring in the harvest, more hands to help fight off enemies, more bodies to help repair a house, more bodies to keep you warm during long, winter nights.

I believe community in our modern society still means survival. It means having someone to help me fight depression and hopelessness. It means sharing my talents and resources with someone who needs them. It means having someone to encourage and be encouraged by.

Jesus, you are what I need, but you are not all I need. I need good friends. I need mentors. I need nieces and nephews to spoil. I need parent and grandparent figures. I need those who long to be a part of a community too. Show me how to share your goodness with others. Show me how to be as transparent with people as I am with you.


Two are better than one,
    because they have a good return for their labor:
 If either of them falls down,
    one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.
 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
    But how can one keep warm alone?
 Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

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