On remembering God's faithfulness

“Nobody ever outgrows Scripture; 

the book widens and deepens with our years.”

~Charles Spurgeon

I've never been one of those who subscribed to the idea that if I needed some divine guidance on a particular issue, I could simply close my eyes, say a prayer, open the Bible, and voila! There would be the exact passage of Scripture I needed for whatever challenge I was facing. And if not, I could just keep turning pages until I found the answer I was looking for.

OK, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, because I doubt anyone really believes that's how it works. It's Holy Scripture, not a Magic 8-Ball. 

Lord, should we sell this house now or wait a few more years?

:::opens the Holy Book to a random page:::

Reply hazy... try again.

But I absolutely do believe God's Word is alive and active and, as the Apostle Paul wrote to Timothy, that "All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness" (2 Timothy 3:16)... and so, when I find myself led to a certain passage of Scripture over and over again, perhaps I should sit up and take note.

That's exactly what happened today. Twice in less than an hour, I found myself in Psalm 61. And I found in Psalm 61 an outline for what to do when I feel overwhelmed, fearful, isolated, or under attack. And let's face it. Who hasn't felt one or more of those emotions lately during these -- brace yourself, I'm about to write that overused phrase we've all come to hate -- unprecedented times? 

In these "unprecedented times," we still can't attend church for corporate worship. Well, actually -- we can now in my home state of Alabama, but our church was limiting the number of worshippers and you had to "sign up" for one of the services and we didn't realize that until it was too late and all the seats were "sold out" for this Sunday... so all that to say, it was another day of online church for us. 

We decided to tune in to the live streaming service of a church we attended eight years ago when we lived in New Jersey. We enjoyed the exegetical preaching of that pastor and figured if we were going to have to do remote church again, we might as well "visit" one of our former churches. And yes, I'm sure you guessed this: The message was based on Psalm 61.

Later, as I was getting ready for the day (what? don't you do online church on the couch in your pajamas at your house? #dontjudge), I was listening to my "Read Through the Bible in a Year" plan and y'all... today's reading was Psalm 61.

OK, Lord. You have my attention.

First of all -- who can't relate to David as he expresses himself in the Psalms?!

It's OK to not be OK... and based on many of the psalms he wrote, David was definitely not OK during various seasons of his life. And yet, in the midst of his pain, fear, confusion, grief, and isolation, he wrote beautiful, heartfelt prose to God. 

(Oh, that I could learn from that right there! More often than not, when I am feeling pain, fear, confusion, grief, or isolation, I turn to everything but God. But I digress.)

Look, I am no Bible scholar, and nothing I'm going to share about this particular Psalm will be that... revelatory. But maybe -- just maybe -- God took me to this Psalm twice today not just for my sake, but because He knew I would be moved by the experience and feel the need to share it and maybe -- just maybe -- it's something you needed to hear today, too. 

Or maybe I just needed to record it for myself, because a big part of this is remembering God's faithfulness. 

First, take a quick read of the psalm here (don't worry -- it's short): Psalms 61.

The takeaways for me today:

1. Call out. No matter how "lost" you are, no matter how far from God you might feel you are -- you can call out to Him and He will hear you. You may be far away -- but He is not. (Psalm 61:1-2a).

2. Remember His faithfulness. During times of struggle, remember all the times He has been faithful to you in the past. (Psalm 61:2b-3).

3. Know that He is your refuge. He will bring you under his wing; you belong to Him and will be with Him forever! (Psalm 61:4-5)

4. Believe His promises. Remind yourself that "all the promises of God find their 'Yes' in Christ" (2 Cor. 1:20) and recall specific promises of God to help you remember what He has done, is doing, will do for you. (Psalm 61: 6-7) God's promises for us include (among many):

• He will not leave you or abandon you. (Joshua 1:5)
• He will give you abundant and eternal life (John 10:10)
• He will be with you always. (Matt 28:20)
• He will set you free from sin. (John 8:36)
• He will bring goodness form every broken and twisted thing. (Rom 8:28)

5. Praise His name. Do the work He has called you to do, and glorify Him! (Psalm 61:8)

This probably spoke to me primarily because of #1 and #2. I, too, found myself a long way from "home" a while back, and frankly, I wasn't sure if God could -- or would -- hear me if I called out. Remembering His past faithfulness was a challenge, in part because I hadn't journaled it like I wished I had and in part because my own unfaithfulness made me wonder if I'd "used up" my allotment of grace and mercy.

Thankfully, "the glory of God's faithfulness is that no sin of ours has ever made Him unfaithful." (Charles Spurgeon) A recounting of His faithfulness -- even when we have NOT been faithful -- helps us to remember that. 

In a world of uncertainty -- and regardless of your situation, this is most assuredly a world of uncertainty -- we can turn to God's word for assurances that He hears us when we call to Him... that He is faithful... that He is our protector... that He keeps His promises... and that He is worthy to be praised.

On the unexpected gift of time

“Nearly all the best things that came to me 
in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.”

~Carl Sandburg

It's spring 2020 and America has been experiencing a long, pregnant pause in the everyday hustle and bustle of life thanks to the coronavirus. 

Schools closed, colleges sent students home, concerts and sporting events and all theatrical productions were canceled, churches went to online services only, office workers found themselves "telecommuting" from their kitchen table, and (with the notable exception of a few key service industries) it seemed we had all been suddenly gifted with something we often claimed we long to have more of: time. 

I am not naive or obtuse; I realize that this unprecedented shutdown of our country has created huge financial burdens and other hardships across just about every sector and segment of our society. But there is no denying that, at the same time, most of us have found ourselves with extra time on our hands. 

Time we didn't expect. Time we have desperately longed for. Time for rest. Time for play. Time for special projects. Time for hobbies. Time to learn something new. Time to perfect something learned long ago. Time for our partner and family.

During this time, I was searching old computer files for some homeschooling resources to share with my daughter-in-law and I ran across a letter of sorts -- one I'd written 20 years ago, in the year 2000. We were living in Ankara, Turkey, and had a day of unexpected time on our hands. It was just a single Sunday, whereas this shutdown has been a whole year of Sundays... but the feeling is still the same. All this time on my hands... what will I make of it?

I'm not sure I made the best use of that unexpected day at home back in 2000, and I for sure have not made the best use of these unexpected days at home in 2020 -- but perhaps there is still, well, time to remedy that.

Here is the letter (really, a blog post of sorts) that I wrote back in 2000 -- well, a portion of it, anyway:

Ankara is, by far, the largest city we have ever lived in, its population numbering roughly four million. It is crowded and congested, plagued by the problems most major cities face – homelessness, excessive noise, poverty, overflowing garbage dumps, and pollution so severe that on most days we cannot see the northern wall of the valley opposite us, which is only a couple of miles away as the crow flies. 

Our apartment building is on the southern wall of the valley, in an area inhabited primarily by foreign diplomats, the politicians of the city, and the extremely wealthy Turks who have carved out a fortune that is nearly incomprehensible to their fellow countrymen. 

... 

In all parts of the city, however, the streets are crowded, clogged with taxis, buses, school vans, and more automobiles than there are parking spaces. The only rule of the road seems to be that there aren’t any rules, as drivers make right-hand turns from the far-left lanes, left turns from the far-right lanes, while the cars in the middle make perilous attempts to simply drive straight through the intersection. Stop signs, one-way streets, no passing zones, no parking zones, dashed traffic lane lines, and other traffic signs seem to be merely suggestions and are routinely ignored.  

Taxi drivers trolling for business in the right lane think nothing of locking up their brakes right in front of you in order to stop for a fare. Actual bus stops are also a rarity, as most of the buses simply stop for anyone flagging them down or for passengers wishing to disembark. You cannot predict when this might happen, so you must always be on the alert.  

Four million people, buses, taxis, cars, pedestrians, and the general sounds of the city – perpetual construction projects, garbage trucks, screeching tires as another driver slams on their brakes to avoid hitting a pedestrian or stopping taxi, political vans loudly broadcasting music and announcements as they pass, honking car horns pressed angrily by frustrated drivers, peddlers calling out their wares and services as they push their carts up and down the streets – all add up to a noise level that, when we first arrived, kept us awake long into the night and woke us early in the morning. Now it is merely “white” noise to us, background music that lulls us to sleep in its ordinariness.  

Today, however, the streets of the city have been eerily calm, as though some great tragedy has struck the metropolis, leaving it barren and deserted. The silence is deafening. Not a single vehicle has passed our house. No strolling street vendors hawking bread, potatoes, or onions. No buses ambling by. No children passing noisily on their way to the park. In fact, no sign of any life outside our window; the sight of our security guard the only proof we have that the entire city hasn’t mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the night. 

As for us, we are housebound –  not because of inclement weather, not because of illness, not for lack of transportation, not even out of a self-imposed curfew. Rather, we are here at home for the day because, should we venture past the confines of our garden, we could be arrested, jailed, or heavily fined. 

This is national census day in Turkey, and except for extreme emergencies, the entire nation has been restricted to their homes for the day. Between 6 a.m. and 7 p.m., no one is to leave their home for anything other than a medical emergency – and even then, the police will make the decision as to what constitutes a medical emergency. The Ministry of .. what, exactly? Labor? Domestic Affairs? … has issued permits to a select few who must be at work on this day. Hospital staff. Firefighters. Turkish military generals, perhaps. The rest of the populace – foreigners included – must remain at home under threat of imprisonment. 

This bizarre mandate, which had those of at the embassy muttering and shaking our heads at the absurdity of it all, has been an unexpected blessing. A forced day of rest. Unlike any holiday, even Christmas Day in the States, where you could still go to the grocery store, gas station, even the movie theater, today any possibility of this is out of the question.

No stores are open. No gas stations are open, since no one should be driving. No trains are running. Even those folks who arrived at the airport today had to sit in the terminal and wait until the curfew lifted at 7:00 p.m. before they could go to their hotel or home. 

As for the silence – well, it was amazing how quickly we adjusted to this new sound. Or lack thereof. We lit a fire in the fireplace. Paul taught Ryan the game Risk. As the boys busied themselves with world domination, Olivia visited our fourth floor neighbor, a single woman who simply adores Olivia and spoils her rotten. I curled up on the couch with a short novel that I actually read in one day. Austin played dress up (“Army man” is his current fave), watched Barney, and found new ways to drive his brother and sister crazy. We all took naps – almost unheard of for our family – then continued the lazy day with more of the same.  

This was better than a holiday. There were no expectations for a huge family feast. No presents to purchase. No pressure to go anywhere or do anything. It was almost as though this were a “bonus” day – like the hour we “gain” at daylight savings time, we suddenly “gained” this extra day for which nothing was planned. We didn’t quite know what to do with the day, so we did nothing, and we reveled in it. 

The darkness fell almost unexpectedly tonight, as we had not been marking the hours pass as we usually do on the weekends. The beautiful quiet was sharply interrupted by a passing car. As we glanced at the clock, we saw that the curfew was over. The city was beginning to stir. By 7:30 p.m., the noise of the street burst through the silence like a jack-in-the-box springing free from the confines of his container, jarring us out of our dreamlike stupor and bringing us back to the reality of life in a city of four million people.