Is there anything harder than waiting for deliverance? My answer is “No!” I struggle so to do my “dailies” in captivity. To get up each day and face another day of restriction and handicap, and yet do what must be done anyway, and do it with a good attitude!
This tests my allegiance to Jesus like nothing else I know.
When all my heart longs for freedom, and choices, and ability to face my narrow sphere (yet one more day) and do it with grace and gentleness, and the compassion of Christ?
I don’t know about you, but there are days that my flesh screams in me; days I want to rebel. These are the days I see what a failure I am—what a rebel!
Habakkuk says, “I will stand my watch…”
Yes. My watch. The one God has given me. Narrow certainly. Unpleasant probably. But the freedom of how I shall do my watch? That is mine. God gives it to me each day and I choose to lay down my life, or take it back.
Simple when you think about it.
I can yeild to this plan I don’t like, and can’t understand, or I can rebel, and churn, and resist.
So there is freedom in captivity. Freedom to yield. Freedom to choose. No captivity can take those choices from me! I can stand my watch. I can accept God’s grace. I can do my dailies knowing the choices are mine and mine alone.
Yes, LORD, I will stand my watch.
The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:
I will stand my watch and set myself on the rampart, and watch to see what He will say to me, and what I will answer when I am corrected. Habakkuk 2:1 NKJV
A Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Father please, help me today to accept where I am; to say “Yes!” to where Your sovereign hand has placed me. Help me to do everything I must do this day with peace in my heart, courage in my steps, and above all, Your love touching each act of obedience to Your will. LORD, you see how I struggle to hope and believe… help me today to face (one more time) what must be done. I confess my failures to You. Correct me for my good, and I will trust that You will step into my weakness with Your almighty strength and power. I watch for You alone.
I looked into my father’s face with the tears flooding down mine.
He wanted to give me an answer. (He didn’t have one.) At least not an easy one. Instead he tenderly responded, “…you are not the same person you were before all this began.”
(At the time that did little to assuage my anger and frustration.)
Why does God choose the wilderness for us?
My short answer: I don’t know.
But my bible says it’s a common classroom for the LORD.
It also says His deserts have graduated some distinguished bible heros. Mega-men such as: Moses, David, Elijah, John the Baptist, the apostles Paul and John. Not to mention the Lord Jesus Himself who went straight into the wilderness after being baptized and anointed by the Holy Spirit.
All of the above did a tenure in Desert-U.
I know The Church is fond of comparing “the wilderness” to our unredeemed and sinful state, but if that is so, then the above is even more unfathomable isn’t it?
Nope. Sorry. I think there’s just got to be more to it.
Personally I believe “the wilderness” affords God a place of exclusive one-on-one time with us; face to face and heart to heart. No distractions. Little interruption. And above all, a pure and haunting desperation to hear from Him.
There’s nothing quite like the desert to boil life down to the pure essentials!
Sand and heat.
Water and food.
Shelter and protection.
Life at its purest and most basic.
It seems a “no-brainer” to me.
The basics (and not much else) is a great and very effective attention-getter! On me, it works every single time.
It seems, in spite of myself—I learn.
Nowadays, The LORD may not choose a literal desert for us, but by own experience I can attest to the truth that God has no diffiuclty in clearing the chess board of my life, removing all distractions, and bringing me up-close and personal with the King Himself.
I find when He desires to take me into an intense time of teaching, or graphic instruction, the desert experience seems to be His MO.
God certainly does know how to turn up the heat.
When you are going through a time of great suffering (for whatever the reason) you do feel like your life has been turned into a hot and howling wasteland. A difficult “wilderness” might be my health, my finances, my relationships, or just my own heart’s lonely journey, but when God wants to speak to me, mono-a-mono, I find He prefers a desert of some kind, ’cause not all necessary skills can be learned via sweet harp music on “flowery beds of ease,” to quote Isaac Watts.
Unpopular, I know, but some things can only be learned via sorrow and suffering.
I say all of this for one reason: to encourage you.
I know. I can almost hear your, “Thanks a lot!” but here’s what I want you to believe.
The wilderness is not necessarily a punitive place of punishment. Lots of times it feels like it is. (Yeah, I know.) But perhaps it is something else. Perhaps it is for something good.
If you are going through a wilderness time know this for certain…
You are in exalted company number one; and two God is planning on using you and your experience or He wouldn’t be taking such great pains with you! You are a diamond in the rough and God is polishing His priceless gemstone… YOU.
(So be encouraged.)
The word of God says, “You will be a crown of splendor in the Lord’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God.” [Isa. 62:3]
Have you ever seen a diamond in the rough? Not much to look at. Just an old brown rock. Okay, so right now you may feel like a throwaway. Not much to look at, either. All of your life looks to you like you are drowning in an ocean of sand, but trust me, that is miles from the real truth! God is up to something with you. Something good.
Don’t give in. Don’t despair. And don’t give up.
God has a plan.
The following resources have really helped a lot while walking through my own wilderness journeys:
School of Suffering
“The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?” (John 18:11).
This was a greater thing to say and do than to calm the seas or raise the dead. Prophets and apostles could work wondrous miracles, but they could not always do and suffer the will of God. To do and suffer God’s will is still the highest form of faith, the most sublime Christian achievement. To have the bright aspirations of a young life forever blasted; to bear a daily burden never congenial and to see no relief; to be pinched by poverty when you only desire a competency for the good and comfort of loved ones; to be fettered by some incurable physical disability; to be stripped bare of loved ones until you stand alone to meet the shocks of life–to be able to say in such a school of discipline, “The cup which my Father has given me, shall I not drink it?’–this is faith at its highest and spiritual success at the crowning point. Great faith is exhibited not so much in ability to do as to suffer. –Dr. Charles Parkhurst (emphasis mine)
To have a sympathizing God we must have a suffering Saviour, and there is no true fellow-feeling with another save in the heart of him who has been afflicted like him.
We cannot do good to others save at a cost to ourselves, and our afflictions are the price we pay for our ability to sympathize. He who would be a helper, must first be a sufferer. He who would be a saviour must somewhere and somehow have been upon a cross; and we cannot have the highest happiness of life in succoring others without tasting the cup which Jesus drank, and submitting to the baptism wherewith He was baptized.
The most comforting of David’s psalms were pressed out by suffering; and if Paul had not had his thorn in the flesh we had missed much of that tenderness which quivers in so many of his letters.
The present circumstance, which presses so hard against you (if surrendered to Christ), is the best shaped tool in the Father’s hand to chisel you for eternity. Trust Him, then. Do not push away the instrument lest you lose its work.
“Strange and difficult indeed
We may find it,
But the blessing that we need
Is behind it.”
I have become good friends with my fellow captives from the bible.
Joseph, David, Jeremiah, Jonah, and of course, Job.
I can relate to their frustration, their questions, and their bruised hearts. I, too, have days where I bruise my heart against the stone walls of my captivity; the squandering of my life. It is hard not to question a God of Justice when I look at my chains.
My heart has learned to “hold it’s peace” (most days) as I review my life in this vineyard barren of fruit and dreams, but there are those days (you know the ones) when my heart wails, and my mind rails.
When the injustice of it all overwhelms my hold on a quiet patience.
My mind begins to search for an answer to all this waste… and my heart?
It bruises itself against the stones and iron bars longing for freedom and fulfillment. The dam of passions breaks, and out pours my distress, bewilderment, and yes, my anger with men and God. The only thing that keeps my faith alive on days like this is my belief in a God who cannot lie.
I look to a Heavenly Abba and take refuge in:
A bruised reed He will not break…
My tiny flame of faith finds fresh fuel in:
And smoking flax He will not quench…
And my bruised heart finds its necessary hope in the words:
He will bring forth justice for truth.
There is rest for the restless here; hope for the heartaches, and finally… peace.
The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:
A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench; He will bring forth justice for truth. Isaiah 42:3 NKJV
A Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Abba (Papa) you see all my internal struggles. All my outward expressions of frustration; the battles I fight within and without. Please help me today to internalize the peace of Your promise while externalizing the expressions of Your love and light to the ones in my life who need me. Help me… not to look at the walls that surround me, but rather to look up, and focus on Your love and faithful promises, that will see me through another day of frustration in this vineyard.
I begin to write these notes to you, with some reluctance, and not a little trepidation. You see, I am like you—a captive.
I write this, or should I say, I begin to write this in Habakkuk’s Vineyard. A difficult place. A barren place. A place “with no fruit on the vines.”
Tough stuff living in Habakkuk’s Vineyard.
Not for weaklings.
(But then you already know that.)
I just want to say one thing to you today: He sees you.
God knows where you are.
It may be a literal cell. The world may have actually labeled you “a prisoner,” but I have discovered that “prisons” come in all shapes and sizes.
Captivity is not necessarily limited to a one narrow room.
If you are caught in the vise of a diseased or broken body? You know what captivity is.
If you are buried under mountains of debt?
If your life has been sidelined by the caregiving of another who has no hope of recovery, you rise everyday to face the dawn of another day—captive.
Lifeless job? Loveless marriage? Our prison’s may be wide and varied. Yet, I have discovered that though our circumstances may differ? Our needs do not.
And I need to know today: He sees me.
God’s eyes are upon me.
One of my greatest needs, for though the world may forget me? God has promised me He will not.
“…He calls them all by name,”
(He calls you by name)
“…by the greatness of His might, and the strength of His power; not one is missing.”
(You’re not missing either—not to God)
He sees you. He sees me. Though the world, (even The Church) may have forgotten us? God does not! He knows all about it; our captivity.
He sees us.
He hears us.
We are not “missing” in His accounting!
Take heart sweet captive. The Omnipotent Hand that led you into captivity?
(…you aren’t there by chance.)
He will “keep you” today.
“…by the greatness of His might and the strength of His power.”
(He sees you.)
The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:
Lift up your eyes on high, and see who has created these things, who brings out their host by number; He calls them all by name, by the greatness of His might and the strength of His power; not one is missing. Isaiah 40:26 NKJV
A Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Father, please seal this promise to my heart today. I am so prone to: feelingforgotten. Remind me over and over again, that even if the world forgets me, You never will. Teach me today… just how much you love me.
Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit;
though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren;
even if the flocks die in the fields and the cattle barns are empty…
Was there ever a more apt description of a place of dead dreams?
Our dreams represent our highest aspirations for ourselves. A place where we hope to soar with eagles on wings of vision and destiny. Habakkuk’s Vineyard on the other hand, paints a portrait where all has dried up, withered away, and died.
Not exactly the destiny we all dream of…
And yet if we are honest with ourselves a very REAL place that all of us have visited, or will visit, at least once in our lives.
Why does a God who loves us, I mean, really-really LOVE’s us (so much that He was willing to send His only Son to die for us…) why does a God who will do all of that, take us to dwell in a place as barren and bleak as Habakkuk’s Vineyard? Why?
Notorious unfathomable question.
Could it be? Is it possible that there is The Place where “more” is born? Right there in that horrible desert of hopeless blight. Is that the “preparation place” for dreams that are far beyond our asking or imagining like Ephesians 3:20 hints at?
“Now glory be to God who by His mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of – infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.” [TLB]
Infinitely beyond? From a place like that? How is it possible?
These are some of the questions we will ponder in the coming pages.
Perhaps, just perhaps, in all of our shattered dreams and devastating losses, God is setting the stage in our lives for a MORE life. More joy. More fulfillment. More fruit. Greater compassion and usefulness infinitely beyond our highest prayers. Infinitely beyond all our desires, thoughts, or hopes.
Could it be?
From Habakkuk’s Vineyard?
Crazy. Improbable. Impossible!
Yeah, but what if?
Instead of a place of death, God intends to give us more of something Jesus called – the abundant life?
I don’t know about you, but when I arrived at Habakkuk’s Vineyard I was angry, and very, very, frustrated.
To my thinking, I had obeyed everything that God had asked me to do. Yet, everything in my life was in a shambles and I was feeling more than a little ripped off.
I just couldn’t seem to reconcile my present realities with His promises, and the more I tried and failed, the more frustrated and ticked-off I became.
There was something missing and I had to find out what it was, so I decided to thrash out these feelings with God in my daily journaling.
Here’s where I need to tell you that I am a prodigal-daughter who has returned.
When I did, God and I made a contract: no head-faking-baloney. Only straight talk. As gut-level honest as possible.
I say this because in the “conversations” that follow, you will hear me pour out my angry frustration many times.
But, I also hope you will hear a dreamer’s hurting heart. One that is genuinely searching for all of God’s right answers.
In this book God will often be referred to as: The Dream-Maker.
I am (of course) the caterpillar.
I chose this metaphor because this book is all about transformation: ⦁ Transforming our wrong beliefs about God. ⦁ Transforming our wormy-thinking about ourselves… ⦁ So that, in turn, we can transform our anger and confusion into prayers-with-power… ⦁ Asking The Dream-Maker, to transform our present devastation, into His destined purpose.
In short, let’s bring our Wilderness wandering to an end. Let’s give God all our confusion, anger, and heartbroken devastation. Let’s let Him transform our faulty thinking into the dreams and visions that are fit for His plan and His Kingdom purpose.
Father I remember.
I remember how hurt, angry, and confused I was when I arrived at the end of my dreams, only to find myself living in Habakkuk’s Vineyard.
Help us, LORD. Help all of us who find ourselves living in this barren place. We need revelation. Faith-eyes to see what isn’t there yet. Faith-ears to hear Your Still Small Voice speaking truth to our hearts. Show us the way out of our captivity-thinking and believing.
You are our promised Comforter, Teacher, and Healer… and we need it all!
LORD, transform our hearts so that we can transform our asking. We need this, so that You, The Dream-Maker can bring about the plans You have for us. “Plans for good, not for evil, to give us a future and a hope.” [Jer. 29:11-14] Bring this “promised end” to pass in our lives. Get the enemy’s foot off our neck, so that we can place our feet on higher ground. We receive ALL the new dreams You have for us by faith. Give us the hope we need to trust in Your word and Your promises again. Help us to pray the prayers that open the windows of heaven. Take our tiny caterpillar-dreams and turn them into wings-of-destiny. The destiny You have planned for us from before the beginning of time.
We come humbly. We come hurting. We come desperate.
Transform us LORD.
We ask all this in the powerful Omnipotent Name of Jesus. Amen. (let it be done!)
Picture it. I am living in my dream-city just a hop, skip, and a jump from Seattle, Washington. A city cut right out of the forest. Everything, everwhere, is GREEN. Tall lush evergreens cover most of the landscape with flowering shrubs, wild ferns, and thick lush mosses, carpeting forest floors. No wonder they call it the Emerald City.
Rain? Who cares. I am living in the Garden of Eden, in my dream-condo perched atop a hill overlooking the serene and picturesque Redmond Valley.
My views look down over Lake Washington with it’s myriad of sailboats, and beyond that, Seattle’s high rise’s with it’s landmark Space Needle. Towering behind that, the wall of snow draped mountains rightly called, the Olympics.
Every Saturday bright and colorful hot air balloons take off and land in the field across the road from where I live. I can hear the laughter of people walking or bicycling up and down the paths that run by my condo, to far down the valley floor, beyond my view. My small village is perfect in size; not too big, not too small, stores clean and tidy, accommodating all of one’s simple needs. Seattle’s big city lights twinkle just beyond, offering symphony, ballet, theater, and a rich night-life.
Yes, I am in heaven!
Add to all of this… I am working my dream-job at a large Eastside church. It’s challenging work with people I love and greatly respect. Friends abound, and though I am not doing the “exact” work I had always hoped to do, still it is interesting, with loads of future possibilities. Not completely perfect… but I have a plan.
I am single, in my mid-thirties, but content and growing in my relationship with Christ. Yet I am about to discover I still have a great deal to learn about this “Follow Me.” discipleship thing.
I am about to learn that God’s plan and my plan are on a direct collision course.
So I guess it’s not surprising when I tell you that one lovely spring day, God barged His way in on my beautiful plan and whispered, “It’s time to go…”
“Wait a minute!” I almost shouted it, “I’m living my dream Lord. Go?”
My immediate reaction was not the “willing and obedient” Isaiah teaches us. On the contrary, my first thoughts are, “No way. I can’t be hearing this right…”
The life I had, the life I was living here and now, was the answer to all of my prayers.
“…oh no, no! This can’t be right.”
God couldn’t possibly want me to give all of this up.
So I stalled. I argued my case. I presented all my grand reasons for staying right where I was.
God’s “whispers” got louder, and I kept stalling until one day, He finally took me by the scruff of my neck (maybe not literally but it felt that way) and made it absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, crystal-clear that if I stayed I would do so on my own terms without any of His blessings to count on.
I also understood that God was all DONE asking.
I will never forget His exact words to me, “Today you will decide.”
You have to have experienced that kind of ultimatum to understand how deadly serious those moments of decision actually are.
They are crossroad decisions with choices that will frame the rest of your life… and deep in your heart – you know it.
I can still see myself standing in that “impromptu” chapel service, tears pouring down my face choking back the sobs, as I finally let go of my dreams and surrendered to the LORD. It wasn’t a golden moment filled with all the shining light from heaven. (At least not from my perspective.)
I knew where I was headed. The place I dreaded. The place I had promised myself I would never go back to.
A very BROWN place; often drought-stricken, with scorching heat and choking smog. Jonah sitting under his weed wishing everyone in Ninevah would croak had an understanding and sympathetic friend in me!
When God whispered, “We are going into the wilderness…” I wholeheartedly agreed. Not a doubt in my mind. I often thought of the Sinai when remembering that valley!
Well, I obeyed. I returned to my Ninevah just as Jonah did with broken heart and dragging feet. I was about to begin my tenure as my mother’s live-in/full-time and only caregiver.
I told myself this new assignment would last three months, maybe six at the most. Surely no longer than that. Then I would head straight back to all I had just left behind.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I CAN do this.”
God would undoubtedly let me return when this temporary job was finished. After all, hadn’t I given up everything that I wanted to obey Him and come back to this wretched place? Surely God would see all my great and suffering-sacrifice, and make this an easy trip through the desert.
I had a lot to learn about God… and myself.
My “short trip” through the wilderness was to last ten long and difficult years. My captivity was going to teach me lessons that, had I known back in the beginning when I agreed to go? Had I known where this wilderness-journey would take me? The changes and “education” God had in mind? I would have voted for less “blessing” and stayed in the land of the green!
And God and I both knew it.
But, here’s the thing.
I would have missed out on the dream God had planned for me. I would have rejected any chance for receiving answers to long-forgotten sleeping prayers. Dream-prayers I hadn’t considered for decades. Dream-prayers I had misplaced
If I had stayed in Seattle, I would have chosen a “settle-for” life rather than the ABUNDANTLY MORE God was longing to give me.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
We need to go back to our desert vineyard.
A lot of things died there in that wilderness. Lesser dreams. Shallow hopes. Illusions about others. Contradictions and self-determination. Even well-meant “Christian” certainties. All were to be surrendered to that vineyard cemetary.
What was left was confusion, disillusionment, lots of anger, and daily battles with bitterness.
You see, Habakkuk’s Vineyard is a place where you believe it’s all over… dreams.possibilities. everything. All over. Dead and buried.
It’s a soul-place. An inner place. A grief-stricken place. Where endings are all you see. It’s a place where all of God’s promises seem contradicted. Where you wonder why you ever followed God. Why didn’t you just say, “no.”
The enemy torments you daily with the reality of how everything has turned out. With accusations of “What a fool you are!” and of course, daily slander against the God you trusted and obeyed in the first place.
You’re left in the aftermath asking, “How is this life better than the one I wanted? How is all this mess and chaos a “blessing” from God?”
In Habakkuk’s Vineyard all the things in your life that can be shaken, will be shaken, so that that which cannot be shaken might remain. [Hebrews 12:27]
But, the remains?
To be honest with you I viewed “my remains” with contempt.
I wandered through the ruins of this vineyard thinking, “…so this is the reward for obedience.”
Endless questions tumbled around in my brain. “Why was I here? Why would God bring me to a place like this? What had I done? How was this place the blessing?”
I plainly believed, “I have been ripped off!”
Max Lucado once said, “When we’re out of options – that’s when were most ready for God’s surprises.”
A real fairy tale if you will of a life becoming undone.
Webster says undoing means: to cancel, annul, or reverse; to cause ruin.
Yep, that’s it.
That’s the place.
I call it Habakkuk’s Vineyard because of the descriptive narrative in Habakkuk 3:17-18.
Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, and the fields yeild no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
More than a little bleak,
A place of ruin.
A difficult place.
A soul-place where the only way to survive is to finally GET REAL with God.
I believe these verses written by Habakkuk so very long ago,
perfectly illustrate what it looks like to live life among the ruins.
“Yes, but… life is full of disasters,” you might say. “And the unfair consequences that result from them can happen to anyone, right?”
We all know there are times, unfair or deserved, when we are helplessly “taken captive” by events that are not of our choosing, or beyond our control.
Times when the ground drops out from underneath our feet, and we’re hurled into a desolate place of utter frustration, pain, and helplessness.
Nobody likes being helpless.
Certainly, not me.
So why does God allow it?
And, more importantly, how are we supposed to process our sorrow and disappointment in this barren place?
Habakkuk describes himself living in just such a place, yet he sings to us:
“…I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.”
Is he kidding?
He must be kidding!
How does anyone legitimately rejoice living in a place of ruin?
I’m not talking about putting on your best happy face. (No.) I think Habakkuk was talking about a deep down, put your head back, and sing-your-heart-out kind of rejoicing…
In a place of devastation and loss?
(Or, is it?)
What if to have everything we have prayed for, dreamed for, believed God for we must first be willing to let go of other treasures in our life?
What if to have our destiny?
The one God has been planning for us from eternity past?
We must first be willing to pass through a dark place.
A stripped down narrow place.
A place I call ~ Habakkuk’s Vineyard.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you, says the LORD, and I will bring you back from your captivity; I will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, says the LORD, and I will bring you to the place from which I cause you to be carried away captive.
Before we begin our sojourn to Habakkuk’s Vineyard I need to give a little backround to these posts. First, they were journaled years ago, yet I feel that they are just as applicable to The Church today as they were then. Maybe, more so.
Never have I seen a time where dreams and dreamers smash and crash with such devastating frequency! It’s hard to pick up a newspaper, or check your Facebook or Twitter accounts, or listen to The Evening News, and not be confronted with some new tragic and heartrending stories.
The Church is no exception. We, too, have our brokenhearted dreamers.
If we really love people, then we need to address the disenchantment many believers feel when their lives fall apart, for whatever the reason. We need to acknowledge their legitimate feelings of isolation and lonliness when ignored or dismissed as “just too messy or broken” and therefore made to feel like people of “little” value or worth. It’s time to give some deserved credence and credability to their angry frustrations and not just dismiss them as, irrelevant flotsam, or collateral damage.
When Robert Kennedy had to address an angry crowd after the assassination of Martin Luther King, he quoted an ancient poem by Aeschylus, “Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”
Perhaps the time has come for addressing the awful grace of God.
Jesus commanded us to bind up the brokenhearted. To remember those sitting in prison. He didn’t say, “But only if you think they deserve it, or you feel like it, or it will bring you some special benefit.” He just said, “Do it.”
So, having said all that, I share these coming posts hoping to accomplish two things:
First, to acknowledge the reality of angry and disillusioned believers. (I don’t think the Church likes to talk about them very much.) Yet they are everywhere; within the Church, and without. And, as with all serious problems, they won’t go away by simply ignoring or disparaging them as “misfits or disgruntled riff-raff.” Truth be told, ignoring them can open the door to much bigger problems.
Secondly, I want to bring some redemption and validity to these Believer’s complaints; their “right and real lament” over their predicaments. To have your life “taken captive” creates great frustration… and even anger. We like to expect oh-so-spiritual responses to suffering in The Church, but frankly I find that to be a little “pie-in-the-sky” unrealistic. There are multiple stages to grief, and anger is acknowledged to be a legitimate part of the process. I believe taking a sanctimonous attitude just piles on more guilt and isolation to people who are already hurting. Stuffing our anger or pretending it’s not there is not the bible’s way of dealing with it. Scripture is full of loud and vociferous lamentation, and by some very Godly men! I think it’s time to grant some very much needed grace to these folks, and listen.
If not here in The Church, then where exactly, are our captives supposed to take their angry frustrations? Especially when the silent message to them is often, “No one wants to hear it.” or worse, a superior and judgemental attitude that says, “You must have done something to deserve this!”
I believe most captives simply suffer in silence. Either that, or they take a “wax lips” approach. They slap a stoic smile on their face, and pretend everything is “fine” when in fact, just the opposite is true.
Whether you believe their captivity is deserved or underserved, my hope regardless is to bring the tender relief of basin and towel, along with some deep-down understanding, hope, and compassion for those among us who are hurting, andangry.
It’s high time they stopped feeling ignored, dismissed, or forgotten.
The experience I will relate is mine, but my story might also be yours, someday. To that end, let us all seek to learn how we might grant some patient grace and sow a little tenderness. (We just might be “paying it forward” for ourselves.)
May we be more like Jesus to ALL who are hurting.
Shall we take a bit of a roller coaster ride?
Ready or not, here we go…
Monday. Right here. We head into Habakkuk’s Vineyard.