God Understands

I was lying in bed last night preparing to fall asleep and praying, like I often do. I was trying to figure out my actions of the day. I’d gotten angry about circumstances and lashed out at my wife and daughter – twice each. I’d felt bad after the first time for each, of course, but that didn’t seem to stop me from doing it again later.
As I prayed, I was trying to explain it all to God. My actions, my thoughts on my actions and what motivated them.
Then I realized I didn’t have to “explain” anything to God. He understands me much better than I ever could myself. He made me. Nothing I could ever say to Him would help Him understand my situation any better. My explanation to Him is really only for my benefit, kind of like talk therapy.
Anything I can think about anything is far below His infinite knowledge. He is, was, and will be – forever. As a mere human—a creation—we will by definition always be less than the creator. We can never see, know, or experience more than the One who created us.
That is very freeing to think about. When I turn to God after sinning (like last night), I don’t have to have all the answers. I just have to go to Him and seek His forgiveness. He understands what the human experience is like, so I don’t have to fill Him in on the details.
Plus, as one of the billions of people who have walked this earth, I’m sure I’m not the first to struggle with these exact feelings. The confusion. The turmoil. The frustration of failing over and over to live the life that I should. Countless others have been through it before.
And God understands.
I will fail again. I can count on that. I’ll let God down and let myself down. But it’s nice knowing that He’s always there to pick me up afterward.

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2 Views—Which One Are You?

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I am but a vapor on this ball of mud for a few years. Then to the dirt I will return. I wish I knew (or wish I really believed) that there was something after this life. That I could hope for some great beyond. Truth is, I never have. My parents didn’t believe in anything more, and I don’t either. When we die, we die, and that’s it.

That’s why it’s so important to make the most of the time we have here on earth. Time is short and we should use it wisely to make our mark on the world and leave a lasting legacy.

Or maybe we just shouldn’t worry about all that in the first place, since there’s no real point to life anyway. However it is that we ended up here (evolution, aliens dropped us here, etc.), we’re here. But for what purpose? To live and die and cease to exist? I guess so. But that all seems so…harsh. Surely there’s some purpose for it all.

But how could there be? There certainly is no God, so there certainly can’t be a grand design behind our human existence. We just got here somehow. And someday we’ll no longer be here. Maybe the aliens will scoop all of us up and plant us on a new planet in another galaxy…

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I am a child of the living God, or so the song goes. That being said, I struggle every day with trying to live up to that moniker. Much of the time I act like a true heathen, one who has no idea there even is a God.

But I know God loves me all the same. I can ask His forgiveness for the wrong things I do and I know that He forgives me. The Bible, His word, tells me that.

My daily struggle sometimes sidetracks me from the truth—that someday I’ll be with God in Heaven. And there I will live with Him for eternity. Forever. “And that’s a mighty long time” in the words of Prince. But seriously, believers in Christ will live forever with God in peace and harmony.

Everyday life sometimes overshadows what should be joy over this truth. But as a believer, I keep on trusting in faith that when the time comes, that truth will indeed come to pass. It’s all I really have on this earth.

So which view do you most identify with? I really want to know so please leave your comments below. If you don’t identify with either, or if you have a different view altogether, I’d love to hear it. Thanks.

“Greatest Love of All”, or why “Love is a Many-Splendored Thing”

Captain and Tennille were confident that “Love Will Keep Us Together”, while the Bee Gees asked, “How Deep is Your Love?”

The Supremes cautioned us, “You Can’t Hurry Love”, while Foreigner pleaded, “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

What do you love? Most people use the word “love” every day, usually very casually.

“Oh, I love chocolate ice cream,” some might say. Or, “I loved that movie.” We could also say we love a dog or cat just like it was a member of our family.

Love is an emotion God blessed us humans with to make our daily lives here on earth more pleasurable and meaningful. People with no one to love are lonely and often desolate. For those people, without someone to share the ups and downs of life with, life often holds little meaning.

But for all the different types of love we can feel, there is one love that we will never be able to experience—the love that God feels for us. It lies beyond our comprehension and is one we’ll never experience first hand.  

We can never look down on our creation—the entire universe—and feel good about it. 

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. (Gen. 1:31a, ESV)

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But God does more than just feel good about what He has created. He in fact adores us.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)

This kind of powerful love is reserved for God alone. It infinitely exceeds the love a husband and wife feel for each other, or even the immense love any human parent is capable of feeling for their own child.

Think about that the next time you are tempted to express your love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

 

Everything I Know I Learned Playing Little League (well almost everything…)

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My time spent playing Little League baseball each summer when I was growing up taught me many of life’s valuable lessons.

Were it not for the time I spent on that dirt field in my tiny hometown, I might not be who I am today.

OK, that’s not true. Let’s be realistic here. I’m sure if I had never played baseball, my life right now would not be significantly different.

But, that doesn’t mean there weren’t valuable lessons to be learned from my time spent playing on the Braves and the Gyrafalcons (yes, Gyrafalcons—pronounced with a soft “g” like geriatric).

Since I have never actually known what a gyrafalcon is, I just Googled it—it’s the largest falcon species. And its name is spelled g-y-r-f-a-l-c-o-n. There’s no “a” after the “r”.

But our team name was definitely the Gyrafalcons. I know this because it was mispronounced all the time. Gy-ro-falcons. Gyrafalcons with the hard “g” sound as in gopher. And every other mispronunciation possible.

So, our coach—a falcon enthusiast and trainer who had birds of his own—had the name wrong. Oh well. We’ll just attribute his error to the fact that Google was still over two decades away.

Later on (after I became a Brave) the name was shortened to just Falcons, which I’m sure everyone thought was an improvement.

How did we get information before Google, anyway?

Enough digression…Here’s what I learned from playing Little League (in no particular order)…

 

  1. The value of working as a team.  This one doesn’t need much explanation, as everyone knows the importance of contributing to your team and becoming a valuable member. Whether it’s at work, at church, on a committee, or—of course—a sports team, life works better when we all get along and work together. Yes, I’m still learning this lesson, and I have a long way to go.

  2. Never give up.  One summer, the Braves had not won a game all season long. It was pretty demoralizing, especially for a bunch of preteen boys. Then one night we played the best team in the league (the Astros I think). Before the game, we had no delusions that we could win, but somehow we walloped them. We scored run after run and they scored none, or maybe only one or two. The final score was something like 28-1. It was incredible. I’m not sure we won another game the rest of the season.

  3. It’s not whether you win or lose—it’s how you play the game.  Yes, this is old and corny, and many people argue with the philosophy of the saying. Our coaches taught us to play hard and play fair—just like they should have. To a kid, it really is all about just having fun. Even though we might lose by 10 runs, it was all good. The sounds, the smells, the feeling of strutting around the ballfield in your uniform and looking at the stands full of people who came to watch you play. It was great. And, of course, we didn’t know any better.

  4. Learn to be flexible.  First base was the first position I remember playing in Little League (I played shortstop some in T-ball). It was my thing and I loved it. But at some point our team lost our pitcher. So, somehow I became our starting pitcher. I didn’t like pitching very much and I wasn’t very good. I knew it and so did everybody else. But I persevered through the process and learned to go with the flow.

  5. Your beginning doesn’t determine your end. Early in my baseball playing days I smacked the ball and ran as hard as I could to base—third base. I don’t remember what happened next, but I did know I was well aware I had messed up somehow. Long story short, I learned that you always run to first base after hitting the ball. My baseball game on improved from there.

  6. Listen to those who know more than you do. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that a Little League coach knows more about baseball than a 10-year-old. But the 10-year-old doesn’t necessarily see it that way. Seek out and heed advice from people who have been where you want to go. Don’t be the stubborn kid trying to field a ground ball with only one hand. Listen to the coach telling you to use two hands so the ball doesn’t go through your legs. Save the hot shot moves for when you reach the Big League.

  7. Put in the hard work even when you don’t want to. I loved playing baseball games, but not so much having the practices. It was boring waiting your turn to bat and field balls. Plus, I remember getting soooo thirsty out on that dusty field on scorching summer days. But all that was necessary if I wanted to experience the action and excitement of going up against another team.


There you have it—life lessons instilled in me through wonderful childhood summers spent playing Little League.

What life truths did you learn in childhood that you still hold on to?

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The Lasting Way to Deal With Life’s Difficulties

Maybe you’re like me and really dislike dealing with the many struggles of everyday life.

No matter how tired I become of them, these struggles continue relentlessly, however.

I wish life were simpler and easier to take. So many mornings I force myself to get out of bed, only to realize I have to face another day of drudgery. I stumble into the shower to freshen up, hopeful I can get energized enough to face the day. Surely there’s more to life than this, isn’t there?

You’ve probably been there yourself. Just wondered why you’re here on this earth and what the meaning of it all is.

I’ve felt stuck, trapped, useless, like there’s no point in going on. I gotten mad at life and mad at God for putting me here on this earth with no real purpose in doing so. Or maybe I do have a purpose — just to suffer until one day I don’t wake up or until Jesus comes back.

Not a very pretty picture, is it? Have you ever felt this way? Maybe 100 times? 1000 times?

So, what’s the answer?

There are many approaches you could take if you’re at this kind of place in your life — philosophical, practical, positive, negative, Christian, atheistic.

The best way I could advise anyone (myself included) on how to deal with these sometimes overwhelming thoughts is simply to trust.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding (Prov. 3:5).

Trust that there’s a God. That He’s big and He loves you. That He’s got your back and He wants the best for you.

As far as I can tell, this is really all we’ve got. There’s nothing else much certain in this world (except death and taxes as they say).

I’ve returned to the above verse countless times in my adult life. Sometimes I completely forget about it. At other times I recall it to mind, but I quickly dismiss it.

At those times I think, If God were really trustworthy and really cared about me, I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.  

Deep down I think these kinds of thoughts originate from the dark side, planted there to keep me from completely trusting God, from giving myself fully to Him and His will.

In these times I have tough choices to make. Do I listen to the Holy Spirit whispering truth in my ear? Or do I let my flesh take over, allowing myself to wallow in self-pity and even self-loathing.

I’ve learned over the years that this critical point is where everything can turn — either for good or for bad.

Trust God and feel better. Or give in to doubt, fear, and uncertainty. My rebellious nature loves to just say, Forget it. I’m not trying any longer.

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But that doesn’t get me anywhere, especially not in the long run. The result is what much of my life has looked like — a very long cycle of earnestly drawing close to God, then bouncing away from him in rebellion, very similar to how the like poles of two magnets repel each other when they get close.

The point of all this? Only to say that as I’ve matured into a full-blown middle-aged adult, I’m finally coming to some realization that it’s time to stop all that sort of nonsense and just embrace God. Every day. All the time. On good days and bad. When things are going how I want them to, and especially when they’re not.  

I have to make the choice to trust God and His goodness — over and over, day after day.

Fitness professional Gail Pyne hits the nail on the head,

Whenever I have made a substantive lasting change to my life, it has always been due to a decision that I have made, not because someone told me to do something differently. The choice to change (and it IS a choice) must come from within.

Have I arrived? Certainly not. Will I keep trying, even when I want to quit? I hope so.

Do you have thoughts or reactions you’d like to share?

 

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Photo by Olga DeLawrence on Unsplash

30 Years of Days

30 years. Over 10950 days. Almost 263000 hours.

Even knowing that’s how much time has passed, I somehow feel caught in a time warp.

As I sit eating my Quarter Pounder at the campus McDonald’s, I can’t take my eyes off the TV screen perched on the wall.

Just as if nothing has changed at all—over the last 10,950 days—Patch and Kayla argue, arms and hands flailing in the air.

Then Hope appears on screen, hardly worse for the wear after three decades.

Can it be? Is that Abe Carver, former Salem police chief, talking in his customary calm voice? Yes, it is. He may be sporting some gray hair, but he still looks pretty good.

Is this real life? Am I really sitting here watching the same “Days of Our Lives” characters on the TV screen as I had exactly 30 years ago—back when I was prepping to move to this town and begin my freshman year of college?

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I’m so ready to be out of this class. Just want to get back to my dorm room, relax, and watch my show.

Thirty years ago, after moving into the dorm, I had the VCR in my room set to tape “Days” every day. If my 1:00 class let out a couple of minutes early, I would usually walk into my dorm room just as the end credits rolled.

I’d let the videotape rewind as I settled in, pulling up my desk chair and plopping down in front of my roommate Bill’s TV. I needed that 45 minutes or so of solitude (I’d fast forward through commercials) to take in my show and unwind after a day of classes.

How are those same characters still on this show—one I once loved and wouldn’t miss for the world?

What if we ask nearly the same question except in terms of 18-year-old me: How weird is it that I’ve fast forwarded the days of my life ahead 30 years, only to find myself gazing at a TV screen with the same characters on it? Where in the world did 30 years go? This can’t be real life…

Later that afternoon, after returning to work from lunch, I’d get resolution to the questions bouncing around in my head—a gentle reminder that I am indeed getting older.

I received a Facebook message from one of the girls heading up my 30 year high school reunion, wanting to know if I was planning on attending. She said RSVP’s had been slow coming in, so she’d decided to reach out to class members.

Did I really just call a 47-year-old woman a girl?

So, it’s true. Time has marched on, day by day, just as I had suspected.

Here I sit in this McDonald’s, eating my lunch, and gazing out the window at the campus I—so green and naive—arrived at so long ago.

Much has changed for sure. But much is still the same—like this particular McDonald’s, which had already been built when I came to town. Not much about it has changed—especially the blandness of the Quarter Pounder.

But I’ve definitely changed, some for the better and some for the worse. Now I just need to figure out which is which.

I’ll try to do that over the next 30 years, while Patch and Kayla continue to sort out their stormy relationship.

Who knows, maybe Victor Kiriakis will have made a reappearance by then—after recovering from decades-long amnesia.

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“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

It’s Simple, Really

Much of life is actually very simple.

Building a business, getting a college degree, and walking across the country are all simple processes. Just keep doing the work day after day. Eventually, you’ll see results.

Cooking a gourmet meal is simple. Just follow the recipe and you’ll end up with a delectable dinner the whole family will enjoy.

But none of these things is easy.

It’s not easy walking to class when it’s snowing outside, then sitting through a boring lecture, only to trudge back through the snow after class is over. You end up with wet feet and a sour mood.

It’s not easy putting in long hours to be your own boss. You slave in the evenings and on weekends when everyone else you know is at home with their family, or out having a good time.
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When we’re in these type of situations, we often wonder if it’s worth it to keep on. Will I gain anything in the end? Would I be better off just quitting now while I’m ahead?

No doubt these are valid questions, and we should probably take time to answer them.

But we should always remember there was a reason we began our pursuit in the first place. We had some kind of dream that grabbed hold of us and never let go. Something that got stuck in our head and wouldn’t let us forget about it.

Some kind of vision that called out and enabled us to see something better for our lives. A more fulfilling career, a business of our own, or just hanging a diploma on the wall and calling ourselves a college graduate.

Whatever it is, if it was important enough to begin it, then it’s probably important enough to finish it.

Notice I said probably. Priorities change. Life happens. Sometimes we have to stop and reorganize things. That’s OK.

That may mean we have to alter our goals to reflect our current life situation.

Sometimes that means we need to double down and work even harder to make the original dream happen.

When life smacks you in the face, it’s up to you to decide what to do.

Keep going. Or quit.

Which choice will you regret more in one year?

Now choose the other one.

A Democrat AND a Christian?

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As a conservative Christian, as well as a registered Republican, I’ll admit I’ve often wondered how anyone who professes to be a believer in Christ could also call themselves a Democrat. In my mind, the two groups are not at all compatible.

The Democratic party endorses gay marriage, abortion, and transgender rights (along with other questionable stances), all of which collide with my interpretation (and the interpretation of many Christian scholars) of the Bible’s position on these controversial issues.

For several years now I have simply been unable to see the compatibility of Christianity and the modern Democratic Party. I’m not naive, however; I realize many Democrats feel the same way regarding Christianity and Republicans. They likewise see no way that a person can claim to be both.

It wasn’t until recently that I began to question the validity of my position. Do Democrats see something I don’t? What am I missing in the Scriptures that causes so many devoted Christians to swing far left?

What really caused me to begin thinking about all this was reading about the Godly devotion on the part of a couple of liberals. If they truly believe that Jesus died for our sins and that we should worship God by accepting Jesus as our Savior—then why do we differ so sharply on immigration, gay marriage, and other issues?

Admittedly, I don’t have the answers to these questions. And this post won’t attempt to answer all of them. I think that, for myself anyway, I need to get some of these thoughts down so I can begin to make sense of them.

In the eyes of many liberals (both Christian and non-Christian), conservatives are cold and heartless when it comes to caring for God’s people. Liberals often believe that conservatives hate those who are different from them—gays, transgenders, other races and nationalities—and that conservatives would much rather preach to a sinner than help him or her out.

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I suppose there could be some element of truth to these beliefs (at least to a degree—just like it could be true for any other people group), but don’t think they accurately paint a picture of the conservative mindset.

To be fair, I also think it’s inaccurate to portray all liberals as “bleeding hearts” who are so concerned they might offend someone that they set aside what’s best for the whole in favor of the individual. OK, I admit I’ve entertained this thought more than a few times.

So, how can two groups of Christians fall so far apart on some issues? As I said before, I simply don’t know. But I have begun to think more about this division and what it means to my own positions on issues.

I do not favor open borders. I believe immigrants (or “refugees”) should be thoroughly vetted before they’re allowed into the United States. The notion that “No human being is illegal,” (as I saw on a protester’s sign recently) is ridiculous. If you’re in a country without going through the proper legal channels of entry, you are by definition “illegal”.

That doesn’t make you any less of a human being or mean you don’t have basic human rights, but it does mean you’re breaking the laws of that country and should be subject to deportation.

But what if that stance is wrong? What WOULD Jesus do in this situation? Would He freely accept any and all Syrian refugees into His country, even if it meant some with evil intent would enter? If He would, does that mean I’m in the wrong if I insist those who can’t be properly screened be turned away?

Once again, I don’t know.

As for homosexuals, I do not hate them. But, I don’t like them flaunting their lifestyle in my face and insisting that I accept it. I have no problem with them attending my church, working in my office, or living near me. We’re all sinners, and the little white lie I told last week is no less a sin than homosexuality is.

Jesus frequently ate with sinners. After all, He is the One who said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners” (Mark 2:17 ESV).

I wonder, however, if during dinner He called them out on their sins. Or did He simply dine with them—showing them grace, love, and friendship? I don’t know, but I think the second scenario is more likely.

Of course, many Christians will disagree with me that homosexuality is a sin. To me, the Bible is pretty clear that it is, so I won’t debate that.

What I will take the time to think about, however, is my response to those who call themselves gay. Their homosexuality is no different than adultery, or stealing, or cheating on your taxes. If I don’t hold my friend at arm’s length for falsehoods on his tax return, why should I do the same to a gay person?

I don’t—at least I don’t think I do. There was a time in my life when I did, but I think I’ve matured some and realize that we’re all sinners and need God’s grace.

I feel like this is the point where the more liberal-minded folks go off track.

Yes, we all need grace, love, and acceptance. But I don’t believe in putting the rights of the individual over those of a group, or our country, or especially over God’s commands.

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I believe that many liberal Christians do just that. They want to honor God by respecting and honoring His children, who are His creation. So they go out of their way to ensure an individual’s rights are not infringed upon, even if it means setting aside God’s clear desires (not to mention common sense in many cases).

The transgender issue is a good example of this. Take an individual who “identifies” with the opposite gender from their biological gender they were born with. It is ludicrous to allow that individual to use public restrooms of the gender they “identify” with.

If an individual is offended, or hurt, or whatever because they were born with a penis and thus forbidden to use a women’s public restroom—they need to get over it.

Using even a little common sense will lead you to the conclusion that society shouldn’t endanger women and girls by allowing that individual into their restroom. We can’t change all of society’s code or brush aside God’s laws just to accommodate someone who is a little confused.

OK, that’s harsh I know, and perhaps I’m off track here. But the point is we honor and revere God by worshipping Him and following His commands and guidelines for our lives. We don’t worship the creation (human beings). We worship the Creator. Putting the needs of the individual over the needs of the many has led to all sorts of problems in our world today.

But that doesn’t mean my reaction to some of these issues might not be off base. Perhaps I SHOULD rethink my position on immigration. Perhaps I SHOULD sit down with a transgender person and really listen to them—putting myself in their shoes. Perhaps I SHOULD consider giving a little more of my income to help feed starving people in developing nations.

I’m certainly not opposed to helping anyone. I just believe that any choices I make should honor God without sacrificing the welfare or safety of another people group.

I could go on and on with this post, but honestly, I’d like to hear what others have to say about these issues.

Any comments?

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What to Do When You’re Stressed

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Stress—we all face it every day. If you’re like me you’ve probably seen 100 blog posts, listicles, tweets, and other bits of inspiration designed to help you deal with this unwelcome guest in our lives.

Well, here’s one more—but with a distinctly Christian perspective. God’s Word is full of practical advice to guide us through the challenges of daily life and help us stay on top of stress and anxiety, instead of being “under the circumstances”.

So when stress rises up and smacks you right in the face, follow these steps to put some calm back into your day.

(And, yes, I’m writing this as much for me as for anybody else out there.)


1. Relax and breathe

The first thing to do is just sit tight. Be still and shut your eyes if possible. Bring in slowly through your nose and exhale slowly through your mouth. Do this anywhere from six to 10 times depending on your stress level. This action will immediately begin to calm your nerves.


2.  Give the situation to God

Over and over in the Bible God instructs us not to worry, but instead to give all our burdens and cares to Him.

My favorite such verse is Philippians 4:6: “Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”

1 Peter 5:7 is another great verse to remind us God doesn’t want us to worry and fret: “Casting all your cares on him, because he cares about you.”

And then there’s Matthew 6:34: “Therefore don’t worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Is it clear yet that God really, really doesn’t want us to worry?


3. Pray

After you’re relaxed and have given the stressful situation over to God—just pray. Thank God for all the times in the past when He’s seen you through sticky situations. Thank Him for always being there with you. After all, He said, “I will never leave you or abandon you” (Heb. 13:5).

Then ask for His help dealing with the current circumstances, and thank him no matter the answer. Pray even if you’re so stressed you can only pour out “whispered prayers” like the Israelites did in their distress (Isaiah 26:16).

Always remember that God is a loving Father with a keen interest in you. “Call on me in a day of trouble; I will rescue you, and you will honor me” (Ps 50:15).


4. Rest and realize God is in control

God has this situation in His hands—along with every other situation in your life. Even though He may not resolve the circumstances in the exact way you think He should, He’s always working on your behalf. “We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are called according to his purpose (Rom. 8:28).

And if you still have any doubt about the goodness and graciousness of God’s thoughts towards you, there’s Jeremiah 29:11: “‘For I know the plans I have for you’—this is the Lord’s declaration—‘plans for your well-being, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.’”


There’s no way to avoid all the trials of life, but God’s promises provide encouragement and guidance as we cross life’s rough spots.

 

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All Bible verses quoted are taken from the Christian Standard Bible.

What King David, Jesus, and I All Have in Common

A lonely season
On a cold and dreary late afternoon one winter, I stared out the window of my third floor apartment as dusk settled in. A set of train tracks lay on the other side of a barren field.

I was suffering through depression, so I sat, stared, and smoked a lot in those days—my sophomore year in college.

I remember thinking, Wouldn’t it be great if I could just jump out this window and soar off into the night, leaving all my problems here in this apartment?

Since I obviously couldn’t fly, my next thought was, What if I just ran across the field to the tracks and hopped aboard the first open box car, letting it carry me away to some unknown destination?

Surely that would be the escape I needed from the depression and anxiety plaguing me.

Reality set in. There was no point in dreaming any longer. I couldn’t fly, and I wasn’t about to climb into an empty train car.

I guess I was stuck here—in a drab, gray, mid-winter existence— confounded by depression and boredom with no hope for the future.

Those were the words I thought to myself, and perhaps even voiced aloud, so many years ago.

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King David was depressed too
King David had similar thoughts. He wrote many psalms, in fact, reflecting these same sentiments of loneliness and depression.

Psalm 55 paints a vivid picture of David’s anguish. Although most bible scholars agree that we can’t know with certainty what exact circumstances prompted King David to write this psalm, he may have been dealing with a rebellion of some sort, as well as betrayal by a trusted friend or confidant.

In verse 1 of this psalm David begs God to hear his prayers and not hide Himself.

We read in verses 4 and 5 that because of his enemies, his “heart is in anguish…Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.”

Certainly these powerful descriptions of David’s mental state ring true with many people today. I know they do for me.

And then it hit me…
I was driving home recently, listening to a narrator read Psalm 55 on my bible app, when suddenly I heard verse 6:  “And I say, ‘Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.’”

My mind instantly shot back to that lonely afternoon in my apartment almost 30 years earlier. Even though I’ve read Psalm 55 before, hearing the Bible read often has a whole different effect on me.

Suddenly, God’s word resonated inside me with the effect of powerful poetry, not just ordinary words I’d read before.

It became alive to me right there in my car as I was driving down a busy road. I realized that I’d felt the exact same emotions as King David had written about over two millennia ago.

Both of us had longed to fly off into the sky like a bird and far away from our many troubles and fears!

Charles Spurgeon describes David’s thoughts this way:  “If he could not resist as an eagle, he would escape as a dove.”

Even Jesus had His moments
Another point most bible scholars agree on is that King David is a type, or a shadow of Christ. David’s lament on his tumultuous situation parallels the words of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane just before He is arrested and taken captive.

In Matthew 26:38-39, Jesus tells three of his disciples, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death.” After He walks away from them alone, He prays, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me.”

Even Jesus felt alone and despondent!

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Keep on keepin’ on
If we stopped reading at this point in Matthew we might begin believing that it’s OK to let ourselves stagnate in depression, anxiety, and fear—hiding from our problems and doing nothing.

However, in verse 39b Jesus continues praying:  “Nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.”

He knows what must be done. He allows Himself a moment to express the depth of pain in His human heart, but then He musters the strength He needs to endure the horrible events that will soon transpire.

Jesus knew He couldn’t run away.

Even David ultimately knew he couldn’t run away.

Lean on God
Later in Psalm 55 David realizes God had heard his prayers after all. He writes in verses 16 and 18, “But I call to God, and the Lord will save me…He redeems my soul in safety from the battle that I wage.”

David even gives us sound advice to follow in verse 22:  “Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.”

Commenting on Psalm 55, Spurgeon writes, “Inward grief knows nothing of place. Moreover, it is cowardly to shun the battle which God would have us fight…We need not depart; all will be well if we trust in him.”

That’s all there is to say, I believe.

There’s nothing more I can write on this topic that could add anything to the holy prayers of Jesus, the Holy Spirit-inspired poetry of King David, or the scholarly commentary of Charles Spurgeon.