Giving Up the Funk
Laura MacCorkle, Senior Entertainment Editor
I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do … So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! Romans 7:21-25, NIV
I didn’t sleep well the night before. So naturally, the next morning I was prepped to be in a funk. And on a Sunday, no less.
The coffee didn’t taste as good, and my morning bagel wasn’t that satisfying. Even the butter I slathered over and under and inside and around every toasted nook and cranny did nothing to lift my spirits.
I had gotten up later than normal, so I knew I wouldn’t make it to the first service at church. Actually, I didn’t want to make it. Didn’t want to go to church at all. And so it was official: I was in a funk.
I then decided it was best that I stay home, because I was really tired after all. And how could I possibly drive the ten minutes to church, find a parking spot and pay attention during a thirty-plus-minute sermon?
As I was creating this rationale in my mind, something told me to call my mom. I thought sharing my stay-at-home plans for the morning would make me feel better. But after I hung up the phone, I knew it wasn’t right. My cup was empty. Bone dry. And I needed to get it filled. Fast.
So I got it together and made it to the late service, but my funk was still ever present. Everything annoyed me: the perky greeters at the door, the music man leading the hymns too slowly, the off-center creases in the bulletin, the special music that wasn’t so special, and even the pastor. His message was emotional and caused him to speak slowly and pause often—either for dramatic effect or due to his heart’s softness in responding to the important subject matter: God’s love and its expression through us (1 John 4:7-21).
Had I been sitting at the end of my row, I would have left. But (providentially, I believe), I was seated in the middle. So there I stayed with my heart of stone. I didn’t smile. I didn’t tear up. Everyone else around me did, though. They were open. They were ready to receive the message about the condition of their hearts.
As I drove away from church afterward and scowled at the sunny day around me, I asked the Lord to help me give up the funk. I didn’t know what had caused it, and I didn’t know why my heart didn’t want to worship that day.
Like Paul contemplated in Romans, I did not understand why I was doing what I did not want to do. In my mind, I wanted to worship that morning. I wanted to receive. I wanted to love. But my sinful nature was battling and blocking; it wanted to control the desire of a child who really wanted to honor her Father.
Over the next couple of hours, I got to the end of myself. And the stoniness of my heart—the rebellion—began to crumble. I softened. I teared up. “What a wretched woman I am!” I could have shouted, echoing Paul’s sentiment. And I know that this transformation—this removal of my funk—was not of my doing.
Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! That is the answer, my friend. And truly, and ever so gratefully, it’s all any of us should say when we understand our condition and when what we hate is what we do.
Intersecting Faith & Life:
Are you battling the funk today? Although we still have a flesh nature this side of heaven, we also have Christ in us through the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. Don’t give up. Ask your Heavenly Father to help you overcome so that he may be glorified in and through you.
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