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  • On a Snowy Day

    On a Snowy Day

      There’s a story in the Bible that I think we don’t pay enough attention to.

      First off, it was snowing. 

      I realize that would be enough to keep most of us from going too far. Here in New England, we stocked up on bread and milk days ago and plan on hunkering down until we see pavement again. If I had to guess, I would say it wasn’t that fluffy Narnia snow that floats ethereally down from the atmosphere. I’m talking about the white stuff that has you turning down the radio in the car so you can see better on the drive home. Snow has a way of making things complicated.

      But, as if the snow wasn’t enough, let’s add in a lion and a pit, like in the story found in 

    1 Chronicles 11:22.

    Benaiah was the son of Jehoiada, a valiant fighter from Kabzeel, who performed great exploits. He struck down Moab’s two mightiest warriors.  He also went down into a pit on a snowy day and killed a lion.(NIV)

      So you’re probably thinking, I’ve never fought a lion in a pit in a storm.

      Or have you?

      Maybe your pit looks more like the Pit of Despair.  The dirt has been replaced by slick mud.  The climb is made slippery with your tears and disappointment sucks your feet to the bog at the bottom. You struggle to cry out, desperate to clear the muck from your throat that threatens to choke you with every breath. You labor under bags meant to fulfill you but they only weigh you down. The adversary in this pit is there to steal your peace and he’s inching ever closer.

      Perhaps, your pit is a Money Pit. It’s uncomfortable and tight in this bottomless hole, with no breathing room.  There are no rocks to cling to, only overdue notices, bills, and bad decisions line this shaft. It’s cold and dark. Just when it appears that you are making headway, and you can see the exit, the flimsy hand-hold crumbles underneath you and brings you further down.  Your unseen antagonist growls in the darkness, causing anxiety to gnaw at your stomach and your head to pound. The enemy in this pit is there to kill your hope.

      How about a Sarlacc Pit?  The sand in this desert cavern stings, rubbing your skin raw.  It’s irritating, hot, and uncomfortable in this hole, but the worst part is the adversary. This is not your typical CGI monster. It’s very real and the insidious spread of influence this carnivorous beast has wraps around you, squeezes, and pulls you ever deeper.  Its sharp teeth gnash at your defenses. It whispers things about your past, reminding you and confusing you. In its dark eyes are reflected your mistakes and regrets. This foe will destroy your good future, by keeping you tethered to a bad past.

     The Bible warns us about all this in John 10:10,

       The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.(NIV)

    And in 1 Peter 5:8 it says, 

     Be alert, be of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. (NIV)

     These verses were not just there to highlight how powerfully aggressive and relentlessly stealthy our enemy is. In a verse about the potential for evil in this world, what Jesus can give is in stark contrast to your enemies proposition. Let fear sharpen your awareness. Find comfort and peace in His presence. Acknowledge your need for His help and let Him show you the way.

      Upon closer inspection in the Benaiah story, the text does not specify if he had a weapon. So far, he’s been described as a valiant fighter and doer of great deeds. It seems to me that when there is danger, he is in his element.

      But, maybe that doesn’t describe you. However, you’re not as vulnerable as an ill-equipped mortal jumping into the unknown with a rodent of unusual size. When you make small, consistent steps of faith and obedience, you are not only armed, but protected.

     Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.  EPH. 6: 10-18 (NIV)

      One final look at Benaiah.  

      He didn’t suddenly find himself in a pit with a lion. He ran to it. He was alert to the battle before him.

                          We must pay the most careful attention, therefore, to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away. Hebrews 2:1 (NIV)

      He didn’t just fearfully tip toe around the pit and hope that the ferocious feline might let him pass by unscathed. He went sober minded; calm and self controlled, to the conflict.

    Have no fear of sudden disaster

        or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked,

    26 for the Lord will be at your side

        and will keep your foot from being snared.

    Proverbs 3:25-26 (NIV)

      Benaiah didn’t wait for the right weather, or a certain set of skills to vanquish his enemy.  He fought with the tools God had given him, fully embracing the abundant life we’ve been promised.

    And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.

    2 Cor. 9:8 (NIV)

    This also wasn’t his first go round in a pit. The Bible tells us in back in Benaiah’s story how he struck down two Moab warriors.

      Ok, so maybe they weren’t exactly in a pit.  But, neither were you.

      Then again, like I said, pits can come in all shapes and sizes.

      Like  when you clutched your peace with a tight fist during that stressful, anxiety filled season full of snakes and desperate pleas to God.

      When you said no to a bad habit, though your flesh was screaming yes, allowing God to shift your feet to stronger foundations with a focus on what you could do now.

      And don’t forget the pit, where God showed up and cultivated a desire to live differently, so you could untangle yourself from the monster of your past sins.

      If you’re keeping track, the account of Benaiah now boasts a victory over two Moab warriors and besting one lion in a pit in inclement weather. King David was clearly impressed with Benaiah’s resume’. This is why he made Benaiah chief of his personal bodyguards.

     To this day people can still read his story.

      And your story?

      God can push you past easy and stretch you toward purpose, not just talking about what matters but enabling you to do something about it.

      God can fill you with a joy and a trust that doesn’t shake when life does, enabling you to learn from your mistakes and open your eyes to the right priorities.

     God can do more with the unwritten pages of your future that you could ever do by rereading the yellowed pages of your past.

      And then, some day, we might say of you, she went down into a pit on a snowy day and killed a lion.

  • Sinking Moments

    Sinking Moments

    If you hang around with me long enough, I’m going to let you down.

    You’ll leave our interaction, confused or upset.  

    I might even make you mad.

    It’s inevitable. 

    Oftentimes, my missteps come from a place of care and concern.

    Sometimes from a place of fear.

    But, always, I will feel much worse about what I’ve said or done than you do.

    I’ll leave our interaction replaying, dissecting, and feeling disappointed in myself. Perhaps you can relate. It’s a perfect storm on a tumultuous sea, leaving me feeling defeated. I recognize those waves. Their sole purpose is to drag me down.

    Until recently, when I opened my Bible one morning, hoping that the planned verse would speak comfort to me after a stressful conversation the night before.

    Bleary eyed, I looked at the words jumping off the page.

     “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” (Mark 10:45 NKJV)

    Wait. 

    Where were the uplifting verses?  The ones that pull me out of my mire-y muck? Where was the deep truth meant to hug me like a life vest? I know they exist.

    There must be some mistake. This one won’t work for today’s schedule. I’ve got some wallowing in the swamp of self pity to do, and I’m already running behind. Serving will have to wait.

    At an invisible urging, I began to look back upon previous devotional and sermon notes, and I came across a question asked in a recent sermon.

    Can sinking moments become sacred moments?

    And I found the well-worn story of Peter and his storm from Matthew 14:30-33.

    “But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, ‘Lord, save me!’” Matthew 14:30 (NKJV)

    Reading this brought me back to my own morning.

    I noticed that it wasn’t the morning after Peter started to sink that Jesus showed up. He didn’t just toss Peter a well-timed life jacket stuffed with verses during their morning one-on-one time. We know that the One Who Walks on Water was there to immediately lend a helping hand to his soaked and newly defeated friend.  

    Immediate help, because He was already there.

    The lifeline Peter sought was already in the storm, waiting on the surface, to lift Peter and return him to the boat. Peter called out to his Savior because they had cultivated a relationship.  There was trust, connection, and routine.

    And just like Peter, the lifeline I sought was already there.

    In my consistent morning devotional time.

    In my daily prayers.

    In my steady church attendance.

    Trust, connection, and routine.

    And so…

    If I truly believed that God was growing something in me that would outlast my struggle, I would know that we learn the most during our storms, despite all the anxious seaweed entangled around our legs.

    If I truly believed that my story was being written in ways that would bless others, I could have confidence that God could use all of me, even my faults, and would be free to shrug off all that wet self-loathing.

    If I truly believed that God’s mission moved forward on prayers, I could swim with His current and contribute more completely to that divine momentum. 

    It’s not lost on me that the now dry disciple, Peter, goes on to deny Jesus three times.

    And I could easily quip, 

    “But Lord, at least I’m not as bad as that guy.  As far as broken vessels go, he’s the leakiest.”

    That might momentarily reassure me.

    But I don’t want to be comforted out of my discomfort anymore.

    In the story of the potter and his clay, from Jeremiah 18, the potter did not abandon his clay creation when it came out a little wonky. He didn’t placate the lumpy mess, dismissing its flaws as inherited and excusable. There was no attempt to chastise the sharp angles away. Instead, the mistakes were made over. The bumps were blended in. The imperfections were improved.

    Not abandoned, but restored.

    Not forgotten, but remembered.

    Not forsaken, but remade.

    While everyone remembers the denial, they sometimes forget how Jesus, now risen from the grave, appeared to his downcast disciple, Peter, and asked him three times if he loved Him.


    “He said to him the third time, ‘Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me?’ Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, ‘Do you love Me?’ And he said to Him, ‘Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You.’” (John 21:17 NKJV)

    Restored.

    Remembered.

    Remade.

    Do you recall my early morning, unsuitable Bible verse that admonished me to serve?

    Well, maybe I was wrong, and it wasn’t there by mistake. Perhaps it’s a gentle reminder to continue to serve despite the kelp and barnacles. Or could it be a nudge to not become stagnant in my own bog? The real problem could be being stuck in that quagmire that follows all my muddy thinking.

    Just like Peter.

    The Bible tells us back in John 21:3, that before Peter could be restored, Jesus had to find him. And where was Peter? He was out at sea, fishing, and coming up empty-handed.

    Stagnant.

    Stuck.

    In the sea, yet again.

    Did Peter replay the events of that important day? 

    Was he dissecting his last conversation with Jesus?

    Could Peter have possibly felt a little defeated?

    Did he recognize those waves?

    After the drama in the water, the denial, and the restoration, Peter went on to serve Jesus and spread the Gospel.

    So tell me…

    Can sinking moments become sacred moments? 

    Is a verse advising me to serve, an anchor for today? Is it designed to keep my thoughts from drifting too far from the shore? Or, is it meant to be a buoy to a message I’ll need in the future? 

    After all, Jesus is already there.

    I need only to take His hand and let Him lead me back to the boat.

    Because my Savior walks on the water, and He is calling me to serve.