She said, “I can't take this any
more. I have to get out of here.” It doesn't matter who she was.
What matters is that every one of us, at some point in our life, have
felt like her. Desiring to run, to flee the pressure, the hurt, the
disappointment, the over flowing circumstances of our life, we see no
hope and no resolution for our discouragement. So the great escape is
all we can muster.
Holding this conclusion in our heart,
we'll often reconsider after a while. We'll look at the ones we love,
the work we do, the connections we have with God, institutions and
others and we'll stop. We wont run, although it still plays in our
psyche. What we do is weigh the options in a more rational way. We'll
plead with God. We'll measure the impact of flight on our families,
work and other relationships. We'll reevaluate the pressures to see
if they are really that bad. We might even seek counsel with someone
we trust, in order to have a more “unbiased” perspective. But
none of these things remove the stress of life.
The problem here is, no matter what
someone has told you, life is a never ending collection of stresses.
Think about this, every human that is alive has blood pressure.
That's right, to breath, walk, eat, laugh, cry, love and enjoy the
mix, we all are under pressure (self-inflicted, from the heart). Then
you throw in the outside influences in our lives and it is obvious we
are all on a treadmill of varying levels of tension. These are not
all bad. Some are downright awesome. But they are tensions.
No one becomes an athlete of any level
without stressing their body. You will never see a couch trained
athlete at the Olympics (or should I have said, “summer games” to
not have the fear of trademark infringement?). You will never see a
YouTube video trained pilot flying for a major airline (at least I
hope not, although I understand that simulators are so good now, that
many pilots can go from the simulator to the cockpit). Would you
allow your surgeon to perform major surgery on you with a certificate
of training completed through an online surgery school? Every serious
pursuit costs and the process to attain is never without some form of
tension, agony, trauma or hassle.
Life, therefore, as a serious pursuit,
is not without hardship.
You may not believe me, but that goes
for the Christian life also.
I know the preacher told you that if
you just accepted Jesus into your life that you would be a new
creation, the old things would pass away and new things would come.
And they do. But the world and its penchant for pressurizing all that
is within it, does what it has been forced to do since the fall. It
carries on in lack of its own resolution with pains and sufferings and
disappointment. Just like Romans 8:19-22 says.
“For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the
revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to
futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope
that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to
corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For
we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of
childbirth together until now.” NASB
I don't know if there is any
experience more pressurized, than the experience of a woman, becoming
a mother through the act of childbirth. She said, “I can't take
this any more. I have to get out of here.” I get it. I've seen it.
Those lovely troopers, in the midst of the most wonderful miracle of
birth, come to a place where the pressure is too much and they would
flee. But they can't.
I
suppose that is a microcosm of our lives on the earth. We will
struggle, with hopes and dreams and desires for a smiling future, as
we slog through the mire of a world that is longing for a Savior. One
who would rid us of this God awful world of pain, stress and
disappointment. One who is able to give us a hope for today and
tomorrow. One who is enough to help us face the flight and make us
able to stand. One, who like the transformation of the mother's pain
to the mother's joy at seeing her child, gives us the future even
through the challenge of each day. One, about whom Paul attests, that
is able and willing to give us something with which nothing can be
compared. “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time
are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed
to us.” NASB
So, don't give up.
Hang in there.
Don't run.
Give God a chance to do what
only He can do, even though it may be hard.
1 comment:
I say "Do run !" -- into the arms of the High Priest for mercy and grace in our time of great need. Running to Jesus looks like prayers with tears, smiles at the smallest improvements, and solitude with my Bible and heart open to listen.
And you know, it really does not matter whether I caused the problem or am the victim; He still allows me to approach (run to!) Him and seek comfort. I can trust Him to work out the consequences when I know I am His and obey out of worshipful gratitude.
Thanks, Biggles, for encouraging me to think on this one!
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