Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being – Genesis 2:7
This amazing verse is likely where we get this incredible song. But if you prefer not to stop and listen, I’ll put the song at the bottom and the important verse right here:
It’s your breathe in our lungs, so we pour out our praise to you only.
I have sleep apnea. What that means is that my doctor thought this would be a great place to start troubleshooting health issues for me so he sent me to a sleep center for what is called a sleep study. A sleep study is much worse than it sounds. I am the one being studied. They hook up wires to everything (arms, legs, chest, head, feet), open windows into the room, turn on cameras pointed directly at me and then demand I sleep for their viewing pleasure.
If you missed that, let me rephrase, as its very therapeutic for me… I already have problems sleeping, so the solution is to put me through trauma and then insist I do the very thing I’m seeking their help in accomplishing. This doesn’t work in many areas of life. If I went to flight school, they wouldn’t ask me to fly first. They would teach me to fly so I don’t crash their plane. With sleep apnea, you have to sleep, so they can tell what is wrong and to what degree.
Nestled in my bed of cables, with blinking lights in full view to my left and a bright, wide open hallway to my right, I opted to stare at the TV, which was surrounded by video cameras staring back at me. Only a couple of moments passed when the nurse walked back in and with a very solemn voice, softly said, “I’m glad you are here”. I heard, but I didn’t understand, so I said, “excuse me?”.
She said, “it’s very good that you came, we are already getting data that needs to be treated”. I corrected her that I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. I could recite every word and action that happened on the TV. I watched her walk back into the room. I saw her in the hallway. I hadn’t even closed my eyes. She corrected me further. You slept, but its such a low quality, you likely wouldn’t know you were sleeping.
I received my results in the mail. It started by defining what sleep apnea is. Its diagnosed by the number of abnormal breathing events you endure in an hour. There are anomalies and one-offs, so a single event or two isn’t worrisome. In fact, this doctor classifies anything less than 15 events an hour as ‘normal’. Any thing over 15 events an hour is considered apnea and needs to be treated. Anything over 30 events an hour is considered ‘severe’ and could pose life threatening issues. My number, was in the 70s.
What does that mean? Basically it means, that multiple times a night, I wake up gasping for air. Sometimes I just need air and a better sleeping position to help me breath, but many times, it includes panic. I know something is wrong but I don’t know what. I know I need oxygen and I’m not getting it. Waking up is like busting through the surface of the water just as the last bit of air ran out and I could hold my breath no longer… I heave in air as hard and big as possible while frantically tossing covers and trying to stand outside of the bed to see exactly what is happening.
Our bodies don’t function without air. But as bad as we need air, we need God more. Some of us need to get checked out… but without a third parties involvement we may never know how much we need Him. We need family and friends praying over us. We need a Bible study instead of a sleep study. We need intervention. Because we are gasping for God and the longer we go without the worse it gets. Jesus went without God. It was at that time He cried out that God had forsaken Him. Our Savior languished under the absence of God… and He had God’s powers. How are we to make it without the Father in heaven? Especially if He could not stand it?
You might have seen a movie or TV show where two people are trapped underwater and they take turns breathing from a diver’s tank of oxygen? That is pretty difficult to keep up. Each time you hold your breath, your body wants to breath in more. Need a visual? Hold your breath for as long as you can. When you need air, breath. What happens? You are likely breathing heavy, trying to regain oxygen throughout your body. Now imagine you are back under water. You have to hold your breath until the other person relinquishes the breathing mask. Each breath of air requires more and more oxygen to offset the holding in from before.
We weren’t meant to live a life with God and another life without Him. Being a different person on Sundays is like trying to breathe from someone else’s tank. It doesn’t last for very long. We need God in every breath. We need Him every moment. He needs to be in our jobs, our schools, our grocery stores, our highways, our parking lots, and our pool halls. Everywhere we go, we need Him. We sing another song that demonstrates how badly we need Him. It’s worth sharing again…
Oh god how we need you
Oh, isn’t filler or to keep the tempo. It’s an adjective of desperation. I learned this when I was little. When my mom said, “barry”, I knew we were about to engage in interpersonal dialogue. when she yelled, “BARRY!!!!!”… I ran. To say, “God”, is to address our Father in heaven. Our maker. To sigh out “oh God!” Is to be on our knees. Tears dropping to the ground as we rest face down before the holy King.
“How” has a different effect. I think of the poem, how I love you, let me count the ways. How is an amount… but it’s an unfathomable number.
When we truly offer to God, “OH”, “HOW”, “I NEED YOU!” we put ourselves in the proper place of worship. And that is precisely when God fills us back up with His air, His breath, His life, His Love, Himself. We carry the breathe of life… Try rethinking your day with that image in mind. And remember… as bad as we need God, so does the world.