It’s been a challenging year for our household, which of course comes after a particularly tough season of life. I’m not going to try and compare or justify “hard years”, I have known a lot of folks this year with more obvious hard seasons than ours, and those with very private seasons of despair, some very big, some seemingly small. Yet all of those experiences are still experiences. They are still fraught with frustration, loneliness, anger, bitterness, confusion, even feelings of hopelessness.
Brokenness Around Us
That weighs heavy of my heart. Not just my own tough circumstances (vague yes, but too much to go into here), but those of the people around me too. Some are friends you try to walk alongside through struggles, others are friends you only have a connection to online, perhaps neighbors you love, even folks you barely know, yet grieve for their trudging. We all deal with our various forms of brokenness, and sometimes there is little others can do to help.
Naturally, I’ve spent way too much time mulling on this, praying about it, pondering, making odd little connections in my mind (ask my wife about this, makes her crazy), but yet there are no easy solutions. Comforting words often feel lacking. That said, I have had a thought rolling around my head the last week, and finally sat down to wrestle through it in this manner.
Our Response
Have you ever heard people say something like, “God is like a divine genie”, or “prayer is like a heavenly vending machine”, or maybe even, “God is like a cosmic piñata”? No, of course you haven’t, because people don’t say things like that. Those statements immediately ping the discernment of nearly any hearer, because they sound ridiculous.
Yet, think about the way we treat our relationship with God. Consider the things that cause people to pray. Mull on the way we process our anger, disappointment, frustrations, resentment, and even bitterness. It shouldn’t take much to imagine (or even remember statements we’ve said or heard recently), talking about the unfairness, the wrongness, the injustice of a situation or action. We live in an outrage era, where it’s much easier to be angry, than to slow down and consider. Even less likely is the encouragement to seek the Lord. Even more unfortunate, the advice when given is disregarded as archaic and laughable.
Imagine though, if I did want to seek the Lord in my pain and trudging. Suppose that I knew deep within me, that it was the right option, seeing as we are often stuck, and the only help that can change anything is divine intervention. So in that internal milieu, I choose to dwell in the presence of God. I seek to abide in the shadow of His wings. I position my heart in a manner that I am expecting the God of all creation, Yahweh Himself, to help me in my trouble. Then as I seek the Lord daily, hoping and praying for a change, nothing happens. The same hard struggles endure. What was it all for? Why did I even bother?
Some will quickly abandon and shift gears to an alternative. Perhaps it’s self-soothing in various degrees of harm. Maybe it’s a healthier coping mechanism that at least numbs the pain temporarily. A few will seek out other “faiths” to find help elsewhere. Even less will trudge on, still hoping that the Lord will answer, that help will come, that comfort and peace will reign.
Blessed are They
Those who hold on to hope, those who wait, those who walk forward, each painful step in faith, blessed are they. They may never have their burden completely lifted, they may not have the answers to pray they want, but oh my — will they ever grow to know the heart of God, of Yahweh more and more. I so deeply desire this for my own life too, to the point that I am almost envious of those who have walked their trials with greater faith in the Lord than myself. They know His heart well, they know His voice.
There is an old prayer from The Valley of Vision, called “Resting on God”, and there is one line in that I have remembered well for at least 15 years:
Let me live near to the great Shepherd, hear his voice, know its tones, follow its call.
That line has rested on my heart and mind for a lot of years now. And while I can say with a small degree of confidence that I have grown, and been stretched by our families own hard seasons, I know in the depth of my heart, there is a richer, and more sincere trust that can grow. I have seen it in the words, the wisdom, and the actions of those dear souls who have trusted with that kind of depth and devotion.
Now What?
I’ve been in seminary now a year, something that has been harder and better than I imagined, and I am so thankful. I have been introduced to wonderful authors, theologians, professors, and faithful men and women in the books we’ve read. It’s been such a tremendous blessing. One whom we have read much of (and I was lucky enough to stumble upon a few of his books prior to seminary without realizing it), is David Powlison. A quote of his popped up the other day, while I was pondering this year, and all the struggles of our family and friends and community — and it is perfectly suited to draw my own heart back to God’s, and reorients myself:
God is calling you to persevere in your suffering, but not by simply gritting your teeth. He promises to come near you, to be present with you, and to let you experience His goodness right in the middle of your pain and difficulty.
When I consider the height and depth of suffering and pain around me (often much greater than my own), and try to reconcile it and make sense of it, I come up empty or weak in my answers. But when I am reoriented to God’s order, His rhythms — I am comforted because I know Powlison’s words are true. God does not want us to walk alone through life, especially our seasons of burden. He wants deeply to draw us nearer, to let us truly live in His goodness, in the midst of our despair. In that it changes everything, a God who can enter our pain, and show His power, His goodness, His mercy, His grace. After all, in 2 Corinthians 12:9 the Apostle Paul reminds us:
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is perfected in weakness.” Therefore, I will most gladly boast all the more about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may reside in me. (CSB)
What a wonderful place to abide, to rest, to find our home in — our own brokenness. Because in God’s amazing ability to turn evil for His good, our weakness is the perfect soil for his beautiful power and grace to grow.
God, help me to rest in my weakness, help me to abide more in You.