Showing posts with label Crisis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crisis. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Patient Prayer

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

The Lord is my light and my salvation—so why should I be afraid?  The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I tremble?

 …Teach me how to live, O Lord.  Lead me along the right path, for my enemies are waiting for me.  Do not let me fall into their hands.  For they accuse me of things I’ve never done; with every breath they threaten me with violence.  Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness while I am here in the land of the living.  Wait patiently for the Lord.  Be brave and courageous.  Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.  Psalm 27:1, 11-14

Did you ever do that thing as a kid (or – gulp – as an adult)?  The pastor preached on being patient in prayer, waiting on God’s answer…and your prayer was more like, God, show me a sign and I’ll believe…I mean, right NOW, God!

The author of this Psalm was undoubtedly King David.  It is a prayer laid at God’s feet to do-with as God will.  He asked for God to teach him how to live in the crisis of a lifetime.  He was completely innocent in his thoughts and actions for which powerful people had targeted him.  He tried to live a clean, useful, and Godly life, but he’d been unjustly accused.  In this pickle David lifted his life towards the God who had always rescued and blessed him, and said:  Lord, I need an answer, and I’ll wait…no matter how long it takes.  This is patient prayer!

There are those times when we shoot a prayer heavenward in a crisis.  Before the days of cell phones I was on a dark road one night, and the muffler fell off my old car.  It was still attached, but dragging, and I couldn’t untangle it from the mess of bolts and hangers.  It would have been dawn before I could walk to the house.  Driving the car meant sparks flying from the muffler dragging against the road.  Visions of explosions danced in my brain.  My arms ached from trying to either rig the muffler back in place, or yank it off the car.  Nothing I did worked! My only hope was one of those “arrow prayers” and God’s immediate answer.  I prayed, Lord, help me here, I’m out of options and strength.  I pushed once more, and was totally-shocked that the muffler went back in place – and stayed there! 

Once, on another dark road.  It was raining, the tire was flat, and I didn’t have a clue how to get the wheel off.  (The hubcaps on my new car had a key, secreted away so well by the manufacturer it required a search warrant to find).  I stood there in the rain, dead cell phone in hand, staring at my useless new car in the mud.  I was stuck…again!  (Thanks to a State Trooper who “just happened to be there” I made it home…again!)

It's so hard to wait, to be patient when it seems your world is crumbling.  Mufflers and flat tires are minor crises.  What about marriages that fall apart, or loved ones who are on death’s doorstep?  What about a catastrophe that is going to wipe-out your life savings and put you in bankruptcy, and add you to the homeless statistics?  How can you wait silently and patiently when those kinds of elephants walk in your room?  The key for those, and any other crisis, is patience.  And that does not mean just taking deep breaths, or reading another self-help book, or frantically-searching Google for a government program.  It’s much simpler, and more commonly ignored, but light-years better than that.  The answer is staying close enough to God to hear Him whisper:  Hey, bud…be brave and courageous; I’ve got this one too!

For You Today 

You were created with enough faith for whatever God knew you were going to face in this life.  Stay close to the Author and Source of that Faith, and you’ll learn to be patient until He brings that which you never imagined or asked-for to knock-down the wall, or open the door!  Wait patiently, quietly…for His whisper.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Without a Single Fault

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

And you must show mercy to those whose faith is wavering.  Rescue others by snatching them from the flames of judgment.  Show mercy to still others, but do so with great caution, hating the sins that contaminate their lives.  Now all glory to God, who is able to keep you from falling away and will bring you with great joy into his glorious presence without a single fault.   Jude 22-24

It takes a mountain of skill, experience, and work for a carpenter to take a log and make it into a flawless work of art.  One careless, ill-placed strike of the hammer or chisel can make kindling for a fire, rather than a priceless piece of furniture, to be handed down from one generation to the next.  Wood, by its nature, carries with it the internal characteristics of all it has faced since the day the tender shoot broke the surface of the earth…storms, dry times, wind, cold, and every other force of every day.  There are flaws cradled in the core of every tree’s story.

Apostle Jude cautions each believer to take part in caring for each other, rescuing our brothers and sisters from the self-destructive nature we all possess.  At the same time we are to be careful we don’t cross the line of judging, doing more damage to our own walk of faith.  It’s a fine line between helping and harming.

I recall a time more than thirty years ago when the pressure of a challenging time as pastor of a dying church had stripped-away my outer bark to bare, cracked wood.  Internal power struggles were destroying what was left of that church.  I began to realize I was losing hope.  I spent more hours weeping in my study than preparing for Sunday worship.  My heart had more cracks than wood left in the desert sun for forty years.

A couple of men who were prayer warriors, and far above my pay-grade in spiritual warfare, recognized my empty fuel tank, and just happened to show up at the church one day around lunch time.  They would not take “no” for an answer, loaded the weary preacher in the back seat of the car, and carted me off for a two-hour lunch and time of prayer.  It didn’t solve the problems of that church (which took another two decades to finally close the front doors), but it lifted this man from the abyss! 

Those two could have been on the golf course, or tending to some need of their own; they chose to push the delirium of my personal faith crisis to a front row seat.  They helped me face the reality of a quagmire I’d allowed to overshadow and swallow my faith.  On that sunny Florida afternoon I received no epiphany of knowledge – and, truth be told, I didn’t need any more facts, or opinions about strategy, or just head knowledge – I got much better than any lesson.  What still stuns me from that afternoon has nothing to do with what I ate for lunch.  Or what was prayed.  Or who drove, or which car it was.  The memory I carry deep within is how much I was being loved. 

For You Today  

The fact of the quagmire with which you struggle, that deep, boggy, wet-mud that wants to drag your faith into oblivion, is part of the structure of your being’s core.  You were born with a sin nature that has endured many storms and parched moments.  You don’t know how it could be, that Jude could believe you will be presented to Christ without flaw.  But it’s even better than you hoped. 

That whole group of believers you gather with at church on Sunday – God has prepared them for you, and you for them…to be carpenter’s glue to all your woody cracks and flaws.  He’s building a masterpiece of an heirloom out of your life.  You are loved by Him, through them.  You go cooperate with Him in that!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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There are about 2,000 devotional posts and 400 sermons in the Rocky Road Devotions library.  To dig deeper on today’s topic, explore some of these: 

       Living in a War Zone   and   Chained Like Angels

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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Overwhelmed

 

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

I cry out to the Lord; I plead for the Lord’s mercy.  I pour out my complaints before him and tell him all my troubles.  When I am overwhelmed, you alone know the way I should turn.  Wherever I go, my enemies have set traps for me.  I look for someone to come and help me, but no one gives me a passing thought!  No one will help me; no one cares a bit what happens to me.  Then I pray to you, O Lord.  I say, “You are my place of refuge.  You are all I really want in life.  Psalm 142:1-5

In preparing for celebrating the Lord’s Supper with a group of other preachers I realized I was a bit consumed by commitments.  My schedule looks like a crazed chicken with print cartridges for feet had been turned loose to run all over my calendar!  Here I was, contemplating what it would take to be a non-anxious presence as the celebrant, realizing (in that honest look-in-the-mirror moment), that I was probably the most-anxious guy who would sit at that table.   

It’s a common state of affairs these days; there’s just not enough time for everything you planned, much less what everybody else in your world wants.  As the Psalmist, it’s no trouble at all to make the leap from well, I’m a little busier than I’d like to be…all the way to stop this crazy merry-go-round, I need to get off before I explode!

The key word in that compound thought is OVERWHELMED

If you can honestly say you’ve never felt overwhelmed, you’re either quite disconnected from everyone and everything, and might consider checking with a psychotherapist for some new meds…or you’re not really being honest.  Anxiety, fear, concern, frazzled…there are so many ways to describe that sense in the pit of your stomach that alerts you to the fact that you can’t possibly complete all that life has dumped on your plate!

Then I read today’s Psalm again.  A Psalm generally appears 3 times each week in the Lectionary Readings, and I’m certain the Lord (knowing how dense I can be) ordained it that way.  Sometimes it takes much rain to soak a dry mind!  It finally sunk-in; the Psalmist knew how to sing woe, despair, and agony on me as well as anyone; in short – he is me!

And look what I discovered – the Psalmist opens up that part of my innermost being and lays it out for the sun to get at it – to chase the darkness and fear, to cull the briars from where I’m walking barefoot.  He opens the prayer book of my heart and the notes resonate deep-within how God, as my refuge from all the tormenting angst of the day’s demands, is all my heart really wanted anyway. 

And there is a reason for that.  Created in the image of God, even a sin-stained life can recognize the light that still lingers there, waiting to be set on the hills of our heart and soul.  It illuminates all the goodness of the hand of God from which we’ve sprung.  And it draws us to Him.  And that is enough to turn the anxiety of all the shortcomings I feel into nothing but gratitude for God’s grace.  If there is any place in this universe where Russell doesn’t come up short, it’s when he is bathed in the forgiveness of God’s loving embrace.

That’s a different kind of being overwhelmed; beloved, I’ll take that over what the world wants to give me…any day!

For You Today

If you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed by the workload, crises, world news, or what to do about your child’s failing grades in school….or maybe just the whole lot of what you’ve been dealing-with…take an extra moment with Psalm 142 today.  Nothing that’s been chasing you will stand a chance at robbing the peace you’ll find there.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!   

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Wednesday, June 9, 2021

The Car that Teaches Us to Pray

 

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Never stop praying.  1 Thessalonians 5:17

As the old saying has it, if I had a nickel for every time that car broke down I’d be a rich man.  More accurately, I’d at least have an extra hundred bucks in my pocket, if you added-in the money saved on repair parts.

It didn’t matter whether it was a Ford, Chevy, or Dodge, it was mine – and it was my first – and I had mobility.  (Well, up until I got at least a mile from home and found myself stranded…again.)

One night that Oldsmobile taught me to pray like an apostle…without ceasing!  I’m fairly certain memory serves me correctly, that I was on my way to work; so this wasn’t a frivolous joy ride.  It was dark, no street lights, and it was that less-travelled road.  The muffler hitting the pavement was the first clue things were happening pretty much in their usual order – leave home, pause, get stuck…again!

A brief look with the flashlight told me this was going to be another day in paradise.  An hour later paradise included three skinned knuckles, elbows aching, shoulders refusing to lift one more time, and a muffler still hanging down on the ground.  It was time for serious help.  So I began praying, Lord, help me with this thing…I don’t like it here in the dark, on the ground, and that thunder in the background is getting closer.  I promise….(well, never mind all the things I promised God that evening – I’m sure I didn’t follow through with most of them).

The prayer was followed by an overwhelming sense of guilt, the kind a teenage boy (or a 74-year-old man) feels when he’s praying for a two-ton car to begin cooperating with his feeble mechanical skills, and the boy (or old man) hasn’t checked-in with God in months…or years.  It’s like remembering that rich uncle when you’re down to your last dollar…you haven’t even called him the past decade, but now you need what he’s got, and you’re ready to get chummy…even downright nephew-ie, as you ask him for a “loan”.  As in a woeful prayer life, you haven’t exactly been nephew-ing without ceasing, but you’re going to ask anyway.

Well, that night afforded the strangest response from God – two really.  The first was when I picked that car muffler off the ground one more time, and CLANK – it went right back in place.  A few thousand wraps with the roll of wire I kept in the trunk to hold this behemoth Olds-98 together, and there you have it…ready to roll!  The second response from God was when I actually said the words out-loud on the back roads that night…thank you, God.  I really was thankful, but God’s next words were what changed everything for this non-church-attending, sometimes-believing (but never in a fanatical sort  of way), teenager.  I know I didn’t hear the words in an audible way, like Moses at the burning bush, but He seemed to speak directly to my heart without words.  I know it was God, because Russell, as slow on the uptake as he was around God-things, could not have come up with this; the Lord said thus:

It’s all good, son…this time.  But, listen…if you keep practicing prayer like you do maintenance on your car, your voice is going to fade on this end.  Russell, I don’t want our relationship to fall apart like that jalopy…so how about we talk more often?

For You Today

It’s like my late friend Donna used to say, I got so much to talk to Him about, I just never get around to saying ‘Amen’. 

If you haven’t heard from Heaven lately, it may be that jalopy needs a little TLC.  So, maybe it’s time to get with it before the prayer muffler hits the pavement?

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!   


[1] Title Image: Pixabay.com   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©

Friday, January 15, 2021

The Awful Grace of God

 

Friday, January 15, 2021

You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.  Psalm 139:16

Aeschylus, an ancient Greek playwright wrote:  “The memory of pain falls drop by drop upon our heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”[1]

As a young person, if there was one place I never expected to look for wisdom, it was in the face of pain.  But Aeschylus had it right – unbidden, pain comes to us anyway, and it is our most dramatic and (sadly) our most profound teacher. 

One important gleaning from pain-induced wisdom, however, is the fact that you will not hear wisdom, or sense it is even in the room when a person is in the middle of pain.  Anguished cries and incoherent, incomprehensible utterances of those who are overwhelmed by loss do not display wisdom – they display human agony.  Wisdom comes later, upon reflection. 

As with Aeschylus, it is the memory of our pain, long-since subsided, that sparks the light of God’s grace on our souls.  I would add that it is the well, and honestly-considered memory that allows the dawning of wisdom. 

When pain is compartmentalized, stuffed-away in a dark corner of our being, unfaced, and unprocessed, for fear of hurting deeper than our supposed coping resources, it invites the fragmenting of our soul and spirit.  We can become spiritual zombies, only a façade of the aliveness of resurrection people.

The result of unprocessed or ignored pain is a large map of destinations.  Among the most fearsome is the sociopath, that monster which feels nothing for others, or even himself.  The grace of God is the antidote for this road trip.  In an awe-filled way, the grace of God invites us to face our pain and overcome the monster waiting to be born in us.

Our country is at that type of crossroads today.  In our pain of lost elections, riots, COVID-19 deaths, and the angst of an uncertain future, we would, frankly, rather go on vacation, and not deal with the mess.  It’s tempting to apply temporary solutions to such pain.  I am a subscriber to the old standby that there are few problems that will not be better when you take a break.  Things always seem less problematic after a good nap.

But this is not one of those times. 

We are in the midst of national crisis of mega proportion.  Many have adopted the simplistic notion that, if this leader or that one is in charge, our problems will go away.  The lines in the sand between parties of different methodology and ideology have been drawn deeply and (at times) violently.  I think it would be accurate to compare this time in our country’s history, fresh from last week’s insurrectionist attack on the Capitol building and Congress by domestic terrorists, to that of the mid-19th century, the prologue to Civil War. 

This is a time to face our problems, and the pain we all would rather avoid.

Facing those problems is not for the debaters who have all the answers and want to push their agenda.  It is not for the faint of heart who will just do a lot of hand-wringing and vent their disdain for what ails us.  Facing the problems is a matter for what history teaches us in the likes of men such as King David, who, when confronted with his own shortfall of character, confessed, and was restored.[2]  Or men like Nehemiah, who put his life on the line and offered to go help rebuild Jerusalem.[3]  Or women like Esther whose people were on the verge of annihilation and she accepted the fact that she was born for such a time.[4] 

The Scriptures are filled with those who stood firm in the flames of opposition and threat.  For us it can be no different.  If God’s people will not pray and be ready for serving as balm for the wounds of mankind’s madness, this country, or the human species doesn’t stand a chance.

For You Today

Standing firm does not mean turning on anyone.  Wisdom borne of pain has taught us by the awful grace of God just the opposite.  It means standing true to what Christ has taught us about pain; we bear our brother’s burdens like ours was borne at Calvary.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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Calvin and Hobbes (cartoon) by Bill Watterson

For other posts on this topic see Death With Dignity? and Prayers in a Dark Place      



[1] Excerpt, Washington Post Article (Two Sides of Joe Biden) citing Robert F. Kennedy upon the death of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

[2] Read Psalm 51



 

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Ephesians 4:1-16 The Mask

 

Therefore I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God.  Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.  Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace.  For there is one body and one Spirit, just as you have been called to one glorious hope for the future.  There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is over all, in all, and living through all.

Now these are the gifts Christ gave to the church: the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, and the pastors and teachers.  Their responsibility is to equip God’s people to do his work and build up the church, the body of Christ.  This will continue until we all come to such unity in our faith and knowledge of God’s Son that we will be mature in the Lord, measuring up to the full and complete standard of Christ.  Then we will no longer be immature like children.  We won’t be tossed and blown about by every wind of new teaching.  We will not be influenced when people try to trick us with lies so clever they sound like the truth.  Instead, we will speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ, who is the head of his body, the church.  He makes the whole body fit together perfectly.  As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.

I read a textbook for a sociology class many years ago which was entitled The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life.  The idea is that when we humans encounter each other publicly we adopt a persona, or affect, that we think others need to see so they will accept us…because we know, or suspect they are watching us closely to see our flaws.  To rephrase that in English, we tend to wear emotional masks in public so we can hide stuff from others, because we have trouble trusting people.
Today we wear physical masks, not necessarily to protect our fragile self-images, but rather for the sake of protecting others.  We wear a mask to love our neighbor as ourselves. 
Isn’t it a pity that it takes a pandemic to bring out the Jesus-follower in us?
In the last three months I’ve heard a lot of talk about what people think is going to happen to the church, considering  the virus, and our new normal of thinking about social interaction.  One such thinker said it flat-out – the church is history.  Now, those are (what we’d call in my family) fightin’ words
But, what if it’s true? 
·       What if some people just don’t think the church helped enough during this pandemic?  And so the church is irrelevant, and they’re not going back.
·       What if some people think all the mask-wearing, sanitizing, and distancing is just too much bother, so they’re not going back?
·       What if some have been so easily distracted by the monuments being torn down, and the anger-filled rioting, marching, and name-calling, that they’re sure it’s the end, and so they’re going to sit back like some of the first century Christians and just wait on a hill for Jesus to come back?
·       What if some people decide with all that’s going on, and no answers in sight, that God either doesn’t care, or doesn’t exist?
·       Well, what if, what if, what if…?
Well, what does history have to say about all this?
There have been 7 major plagues in modern history[1]
1.     Smallpox killed an estimated 300 million worldwide, including 60 million in the 18th century
2.     Spanish flu took 50-100 million in 1918-19
3.     Malaria still accounts for over 2 million deaths per year.
4.     AIDS has taken nearly 25 million since first recognized in 1981
5.     Cholera has had 8 pandemic outbreaks from 1817 accounting for hundreds of thousands dead
6.     Typhus, first recognized in 430 BC took nearly all of Napoleon’s army, and has accounted for millions of deaths, 3 million alone in 1918-22 in Russia.
7.     Black Death - in the middle of the 14th century the pandemic of the Black Plague death spread across Europe like wildfire.  It is a bacterial blood infection that leads to septecemia, and a very painful death.  In the four years of that plague, the Black Death killed nearly half of the population of Europe, and nearly ¼ of the world’s population.  (Estimates are 75 – 200 million). 
What is one thing that can be said about the result of every one of the pandemics? The church survived
IF you go ALL the way back in history, the first pandemic was at the forbidden tree.  Adam and Eve rebelled against God and were removed from the garden, where life had been perfect and peaceful.  For the first parents the first pandemic of sin made their lives much more difficult and more toilsome than when they had it easy in God’s garden, but it did not stop them from worshipping, anymore than it will stop believers from worshipping now. 
In just my lifetime I think of the rebellion of the 1960’s with the God is Dead movement, and a strong social sweep that took millions of young people away from churches.
The church survived
And there is still a remnant of the music and worship wars where the fuss between contemporary vs. traditional worship, city vs. country, racial tensions, economic arrogance, geographical posturing, old and young, theologically rigid or flimsy…there have been challenges to church unity, doctrine, ministry, and yet…
(say it with me)
The church survived
Unbelievers will always be in rebellion against God; believers will always seek Him.
And…
The church WILL survive
So, what do we do about what we know?
There are two dimensions that need to be said:
Physical Battle Masks
We need to keep our masks on and wash our hands often, not complaining like immature children.  Now that’s not a Ten Commandments kind of list.  It is a flag over our attitudes about protecting the physical health of anyone with whom we come in contact.  It’s our way of loving our neighbor as we love our own lives.
Armed with that knowledge, that the risks of this virus are real, we need to stay alert to physically do the loving thing – be healing to our community.
Spiritual Battle Masks
We need to make decisions to take off our spiritual and emotional masks of pride and selfishness.  This means being vulnerable and available to each other.  As Paul wrote in our text for today, we need to speak truth, so the whole body heals. 
That goes for more than just the people around you here today, but even those who are without faith, and do not care.  If the church doesn’t care during a time like we are experiencing now, it will make no difference after the crisis is over.
Remember, most of the times Israel was in trouble in Scripture, it was because they failed to honor God who wanted them to be His voice to a lost world.  God took his kids to the woodshed time and again for that.  If we fail at this point, what makes us think it will be any different for us?
So, church…engage, care…BE the church…especially now because God has given us this special opportunity to cast aside our cares and go to the lost, the hurting, and the least of these our brethren!
We close with a few paraphrases from Scripture:
Be of good courage…Be strong in the Lord…Do not fear that, or they, which can kill the body…reverence and serve HE who has power over death, life, and eternity.

Our Prayer

Father God, we have gathered here to worship You, and we have looked into Your holy Word for truth.  And we have had the Truth examine us.  Where we have been found wanting, Lord help us to commit our lives and liberty to the health that the truth brings.  Where we have been found worthy, let us grow into fully mature believers who lead the way for those who need to see what being the church is about in this time of crisis.

For the glory, honor, and praise to which You alone are worthy, o Lord, we pray in the Name of the Son, cooperating with the Spirit, to honor and lift up the Majesty of the Father. 


Let it be so in each of our lives…Amen!
Title Image:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation  Matthew 10:24-39©