Trusting God in a Broken World

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In the forefront of my mind this week has been the safety of my children.  About a week ago, in a neighborhood very close to mine, a little 8-year old girl was kidnapped while walking with her mother in broad daylight.  By God’s grace, she was found late that evening and returned to her parents, due to the heroic efforts of the community and local police.  But I can’t stop thinking about my own children, the three beautiful daughters I call mine, and the responsibility I have as their mother.  What would I have done in that situation?

We all think we will turn into huge, green, mama-Hulks if something ever threatened our babies—but the truth is, we won’t.  At least, I know from experience that I am not the badass in a crisis that I wish I was. 

Before David and I had kids, I owned a yoga studio for a hot minute.  And one sunny Monday afternoon I was walking into the building to open for classes that evening.  A car pulled up next to me and a man yelled, “Hey!  Do you know what time it is?”  I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was way off, and fumbled for my keys, but before I could even put my thoughts together the man was out of the car and grabbing me.  I yelled and fought and eventually realized he wasn’t trying to take me, he was trying to take my bags, so I let them go and ran inside.  He drove off with a young child in the car who watched the whole thing. 

Besides being the reason my yoga studio bit the dust, this incident made me realize something about myself. It made me see that I am only human, and not a sleeper MI-6 operative just waiting to blow my cover.  It also made me realize that we are really never as “safe” as we think we are.  So, how are we supposed to handle this reality as moms, as parents? 

My husband and I have had many (quite civil of course) disagreements about the difference between taking a leap of faith versus just doing something that is plain stupid.  I tend to lean towards the mentality that doing something that seems stupid (like evangelizing in a bad part of town late at night for instance) but is for the Kingdom is ultimately worth the risk.  He is more of the mind that deliberately putting oneself in a “dangerous” place or situation, whether for God’s glory or not, is being careless with one’s responsibility to their dependents. 

I really can see it both ways.  I’ve had a hard time weeding through what is Truth and what is not, with regard to this topic.  When it comes to my own safety, I feel much more comfortable taking liberties and leaps of faith.  I know that God loves me, I know He will give me as much strength as I need to get through hard things, and I know if I die I will go to heaven.  But when it comes to my children, I find myself floating about in a land of fears that revolve around their safety and my role in it. 

One thing my husband and I have discussed is the question, “Whose responsibility is it to protect our children?”  The two obvious answers are ours and God’s.  Scripture is clear that we are to cherish our children as blessings from the Lord (Psalm 127:3), we are to teach them the right way to live (Prov. 22:6), and we are not to hinder them from pursuing God (Matt. 19:14).  There are so many verses (literally hundreds) about God’s protection of us, I can’t even begin to list them here.  There are stories of parents’ heroic efforts to save their children—Jochebed, the mother of Moses, disobeyed Pharaoh’s orders and smuggled her baby into a basket and sent him down the river.  Then there are stories like Abraham and Isaac, that fall into the “leap of faith vs. stupidity” category, where Abraham nearly kills his own son because God asked him to.  And then you have the ultimate example of God the Father sending his only Son to earth to be tortured and killed for our sins.  That hardly seems like protection!  But God the Father is perfect, a perfect parent.  What does He know that we don’t?  He knows the real threat. 

We need to know our enemy.  We have to ask, “What are we protecting our children from?” My weak, fearful heart is usually worried about the external threats—the kidnappers, the rapists, the pornographers; these things are surely pure evil and I have seen their lifelong, damaging effects in the lives of some of my friends.  Yes, I absolutely want to do what I can to prevent these horrible things from happening to my children.  But I believe all of the Bible, not just some of it, and I know God wants me to see that there is a still greater threat to my children than these external tortures. 

“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.” (Eph 6:12).  I don’t say this to darken your view, but to encourage you in your walk as a parent, as to where to direct your focus. 

The real threat is sin—not the sins of others, but our own sin, because it separates us from God, which leads to eternity in hell.  And the real threat to our children is their own sin, which we are called to enlighten them to and call them to repentance.  Stupidity is not a sin.  Not being a black-belt ninja warrior is not a sin.  Being a victim of assault is not a sin.  Fighting against evil with real weapons is not a sin.  But not trusting God is a sin. 

So, my takeaway from this week has been Pray, and trust God first.  I cannot ultimately control what happens to my children.  I can keep them in a plexiglass bubble their entire lives and make them wear sunscreen and teach them karate; I can be proficient in the use of all kinds of weapons and train for every foreseeable situation, but God is in control of their lives. He sees the unforeseen.  He holds them in the palm of His hand.

I confess, I don’t understand why things have to be so evil in this world sometimes, but I don’t have to understand.  One day I will know.  And for now I have to acknowledge the part I have played in making this sinful world the way it is, rather than pointing the finger at others.  No sin is less evil than another, no person more righteous than another. 

I will leave you with this:

“In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise—in God I trust and am not afraid.  What can man do to me?”  Psalm 56:10-11

I am Esau

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Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished.  He said to Jacob, “Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I’m famished!”…Jacob replied, “First sell me your birthright.”  “Look, I am about to die,” Esau said.  “What good is the birthright to me?”  But Jacob said, “Swear to me first.”  So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob.  Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew.  He ate and drank, and then got up and left.  So Esau despised his birthright.  Genesis 25:29-34

I am Esau, and so are you.

How often do we make this trade…something that is a quick pleasure, a fleeting indulgence, in exchange for the eternal inheritance we have in Christ.  Did I lose you at “eternal inheritance”?  Let’s unpack this in real life:

Do I get up early to spend time in prayer (eternal value), or hit the snooze and enjoy the comfort of my bed (quick pleasure)?  Do I stop at Starbucks and go for that white chocolate mocha “because it’s Monday,” or do I make black coffee at home because #stewardship and to teach myself to find comfort in the Lord instead of sugar? 

Esau had his mind set on the flesh, and he was seeking to satisfy his most base and immediate desires.  Isn’t this the struggle?  Every day we fight against these pulls on our flesh, these things that will give immediate comfort, pleasure, or ease.  Maybe it’s that chocolate ice cream or a glass of wine that we just “need” at the end of a long day of self-discipline.  Maybe it’s pulling out our phones to check Instagram or Facebook for some quick idolatry of what others might be thinking of our posts.  Just me?  I am so quick to look for little things in which to find bits of comfort, and I am quick to justify them as “balance.”  A little for God, a little for me. 

We can minimize and justify a great many sins in the name of ‘self-care’ and ‘moderation’ or whatever word for entitlement you want to use; but underneath our refusal to let go of these things is a belief—a belief that God is not enough to truly satisfy. 

There are a few things that stand out to me about Esau in this narrative.  First, he has put himself in a vulnerable spot.  He is hungry, exhausted, and discontent with his circumstances.  He comes in the door with one thought:  feed my flesh.  He has evidently been starving his spirit as well as his flesh. 

Compare this with Jesus’s response when Satan came to him after fasting for 40 days in the desert.  Satan tempts him by saying, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.”  And Jesus answers, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”  Jesus was hungry too, but He was content. He was filled by something else: “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work.” (John 4:34)

As with so many of the Bible’s lessons, this narrative is more about the heart than about the actions themselves.  Is it wrong to be hungry and to eat food in response to said hunger?  Of course not.  But when the food comes at the cost of our inheritance that Jesus died on the cross to give us…the heart behind that exchange is wrought with sin. 

There is one more thing I find interesting about this account.  After Esau sells his birthright, he eats, drinks, and gets up and leaves.  And then it says “he despised his birthright.”  I can relate to this.  We think we need that thing…that one thing that, if we can just acquire it, would make us happy and satisfy our hearts.  And then we get it.  God says, here, beloved, have it.  Have the thing you think will bring you more happiness than Me.  And we do.  We take it in both hands and we drink deep and we delight in it, for a moment.  But as we wash it down, it leaves a bitter aftertaste of emptiness and of the knowledge that it is not enough.  We eat, we drink, we get up and leave.

But here’s where we can be different than Esau…we can be ready.  Before the hunger and fatigue set in, we can be armed with contentment, fully satisfied in what God has already given us.  We can make our choices based on our belief that God really—really!—IS enough.  When we start to see our smallest choices as an opportunity to choose God over ourselves, it is truly liberating to realize we actually don’t need all of these things we think we need.  It’s so simple, it just might be the answer we’ve all been looking for.  God alone.  Nothing else.  Give it all, keep nothing, gain everything.  You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” Psalm 16:11