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Hope
hope.jpgOne of the darkest periods of my life came in the middle of a huge transition on a number of fronts.  I was in the middle of a move from one job to another. The job move required a physical move of several hundred kilometers.  As the job transition began, several individuals from the old job site expressed anger at my move, while several others were just as quick to kick me in the pants (and the heart) on my way out.  At the same time, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and died in three weeks.  The week of her death is a blur in my memory.  Friday: My mother enters hospital for the last time. Saturday: She dies. Sunday:We pack the moving van. Monday: We move to the new house, city, job location. Tuesday: Drive back to attend my mothers wake. Wednesday: I officiate my mother's funeral. Thursday: Drive back to the new home, begin the process of unpacking the boxes, getting ready to start the new job. Whew!

Several weeks later, a friend of mine pointed out that out of the top four or five most stressful things in life, I had experienced most of them in a week: death of a close family member, leaving a job, starting a new job, moving homes.  Eeek!  The only ones I missed were divorce and personal health problems. He asked me how I got through it.  As I look back, I realize that the stress was bearable because of hope.

All that week, I could almost feel God's presence surrounding me. I drew hope from His constant communication and reassurance to me. I felt Him in the hospital room.  I felt Him in the moving van.  I felt Him in the new house.  I felt Him in the funeral home.  I felt Him in the hours of travel.  I felt Him in the presence of friends and family.  Thank you God.

Hope is defined "to look forward with confidence".  Through that whole stressful week, I can say that because of God, I did look forward with confidence.  Even though I was losing so much, changing so much, God let me know, beyond reason or understanding, that He was waiting for me in the future just as much as He was present then. 

During that whole time period of stress and loss and transition, I can't say my reactions were always the best.  I lost my temper with my family a few times. I withdrew from people big time, afraid of more pain. I became distrustful of some people (in a few cases with good cause). I am still very sorry about all of that. Even though I made some bad choices, God kept the flow of hope going to my soul. I knew, just like I knew my own name, that the future was God-filled.  This knowledge, this special ministry of God in my life, didn't make all the bad things go away, but it did give me strength to get through the bad things.

Hope is a silver road beneath our feet that lights our way in the darkest moments, and gives strength and form to the journey. My hope is based on a relationship with God. God is perfect and wonderful; the Bible uses the term "holy". It means set apart.  I'm the thing that God is set apart from.  I am not perfect and wonderful, I am flawed and ugly and anything but wonderful.  The Bible uses the term "sinful". It means to have a life filled with missing the mark.  That's me.  If it wasn't for Jesus- God in the flesh- coming to earth to live and teach and die and live again, I would have no chance at a relationship with God; no chance at hope.  Through Jesus, I can know God.  Through Jesus, my sin is forgiven, set aside.  Through Jesus I can have a shot at hope.

In dark days of loss, grief, anger and even sin, I choose hope.  I choose Jesus.  I choose God.  I will look forward with confidence. Heck, I will go forward with confidence. Despite setbacks, despite loss, despite the unkindness of strangers or the anger of friends, I will not lose hope.  It's God in emotional form. It's a choice.  It's faith. It's hope.
Loss
loss.jpgIt has been a season of loss for me.  Personally and professionally, areas where I thought there was gain have been crushed by loss. Expected areas of 'more' have turned to 'less'. I have some serious questions for God right now, as these areas of loss have been outside of my control. Not to be too dramatic, but in some small way, I feel a little like Job.  After a series of devastating losses- family, money, health- he sat down in the dirt and waited for God. Friends came to 'comfort' Job, but ended up accusing him of sin. Even his wife told him to, "curse God and die". 

I'm not quite at Job's stage.  My season of loss cannot compare to his, but it has been emotionally and spiritually significant for me.  I love Job's response to his wife's challenge to curse God and die.  He says, "Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?". Wow. His kids are dead, his wealth has evaporated, and his health is gone.  His wife wants him to turn his back on God, and accept the resulting (assumed) punishment of death. Job sticks to his faith though. Both good and bad flows from our relationship with God.  Do we only want the good?  I bet for most of us, if we were honest, the answer would be yes.

Job's friends assumed that because something bad happened in his life, then Job must have sinned in some way to deserve this punishment from God. He argues that he didn't do anything wrong. He was right. We learn that God allowed Satan to take his best shot at Job, so that God could prove a point about Job's faith. This does not mean that every time bad things happen to us, that the devil is at the heart of it, or that we are a stand-in for God in an epic spiritual battle between good and evil. Life is not that simplistic, and God is not that repetitive. I find that when something truly bad happens in life, there are those superstitious Christians who are quick to say (or think), that loss is a result of sin. This is nothing more than sick, twisted neo-paganist thought creeping into the church, and its just plain wrong. Don't believe me? Read John 9.  

Jesus and his disciples are walking down the road, and they see a man, blind from birth, begging by the side of the road. The disciples ask Jesus, "Master, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"  Pagan doctrine, plain and simple. Jesus blows their minds with his answer, "Neither. This man was born blind that the power of God might be revealed in him."  Chew on that morsel for a while. Jesus says that the man's infirmity is not linked to some earthly reason, but rather has purpose so far beyond man's reasoning that it can not be fully comprehended. Jesus then proceeds to heal the man. He can see, but the social fall-out is immense. The Jewish leadership persecutes him, his parents bail on him and he is left alone in world. Only at the end of the chapter, when Jesus returns to him in relationship, do we see hope for him. Shall we accept good from God and not trouble as well?

It really irks me when I hear people talk about bad things happening in their lives as though they were God's victims. "How could God allow ________ to happen?" Those same people would be the first to complain if God set up his creation so that anytime we began to stray off the path, He showed up and stopped us. "How could God be so controlling?" We don't want an overly involved God in our lives if it means setting aside our freedom, but the minute tragedy strikes, we blame him for not showing up. I'm surprised he puts up with the bunch of us. He must be grace indeed! God made us volitional, and has set up his creation with certain consistent rules to ensure that our choices can be linked with reason.  If I choose to jump off a cliff, and gravity does its thing, it's hardly God's fault. 

We demand to know what He is doing, when the whim takes us, and then we dare to get pissed off when the answer doesn't come. Faith means being OK without an answer. At the end of Job, after our hero has asked some pretty serious questions of God, He shows up in a storm to have a talk with Job. Job asks why. God answers, "I am". The answer was enough for Job. Is it enough for us?  When it isn't, we look to old heresies and pagan religions to fill the gap. God says, "I am", but we say we know the secret why (Gnosticism). God says, "I am", but we lay out a better sacrifice to appease his anger (paganism).  God says, "I am", and we give the devil the credit (Satanism).  The most honest of us will hear God say, "I am", and will either accept that (faith) or walk away. Anything in between is intellectually dishonest, like believing that I can really live in Barbie's Dream House. It's perfect, it's pink, but it is oh so small. Our God is so much bigger than that.

 

 

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