Thursday, June 06, 2013

Storms


 


I have to admit that while going about the everyday chores of preparing supper and doing laundry this evening I barely noticed the clouds that began covering the sky until all of a sudden I lifted my head and realized that the house seemed a whole lot darker. When I looked out the window I immediately thought to myself, ‘Oh boy, where did that come from?’ In that same moment, flashes of lightning began to streak across the sky accompanied by loud claps of thunder – and a few seconds later, the rain began to fall. Not those little droplets that come with a sun shower; no, these were the hard torrential kind, the ones that make you soaking wet just running from your house to the car and vice versa.

There is something about those powerful displays of nature that make me stop for a moment and consider the awesome majesty of God. How he can speak the words that cause the rains to fall and thunder roll; how the mountains seem to reach the sky and the oceans meet the horizon, and then how the same God that put all of these into place is moved with the infirmities that wound our hearts and pierce our souls and will speak peace into the storms of our lives.

As I was pondering those thoughts this evening, in the middle of our rainstorm, I was struck with the words of the song that say:

When I pause in the hush of His holy presence
When I’m so still I can hear each whispered word
When I pause to pray, I enter His cathedral
These are the times, when God seems so near

 Of course, He doesn’t always seem near to us, does he? In fact, the verse of this song also says:

There are times when I cannot feel His presence
When the clouds of doubt obscure the Master’s smile
But when I’m still enough to hear His gentle whisper
Then I know my Lord has been there all the while
                             
It’s a funny thing about storms, often times - especially in life - they come when we are least expecting them. We seem to be going about our everyday lives when all of a sudden the winds pick up, then the clouds blow in, and before we know it we find ourselves in the middle of a torrential rain storm. It could be any manner of circumstances really – sickness, death, relationships, finances – any number of things could put us in the midst of a storm that clouds our vision and causes our view of the Master to suddenly become obscured. It is in these moments that we so often ask the question – where is God?

Last summer I heard a message entitled “When God is Inattentive”. In it, the Pastor discussed the impact that storms so often have on our lives, our faith, and our view of God. One of his key points was that when we feel that God is being inattentive, uncooperative or late we begin to believe that “If God is SILENT, He must be ABSENT”. However, that is very much not the case.

In Mark 4 Jesus’ disciples find themselves in a boat with their Master, when all of a sudden “there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that the boat was already filling up” (v. 37, NIV)

Imagine  – Jesus ‘chosen’ ones, in a boat with this man whom they had taken for the Messiah, and it looks as though they are about to drown. I picture them trying to hold the boat against the winds, perhaps someone trying to bail the water out as it is pouring in over the sides, and looking at each other in shock and disbelief as Jesus sleeps soundly on a cushion in the stern of the boat. I can imagine myself in this situation and I am pretty sure that I would NOT be impressed. No wonder they called out to Him and said “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” (v. 38, NIV)

Have you ever been able to relate to these disciples? Ever been in a storm and wondering “Do you even care that I am perishing?”

The disciples were obeying God when they landed themselves in the midst of their storm. In fact, they were in the boat with Jesus, the safest place they ever could have been. So why did they question him? I mean really, they had seen Him perform miracles, it’s not like they didn’t KNOW He could help them – He was just choosing not to, he was being ‘inattentive’. And if He didn’t soon wake up He was going to be too late.

It’s a funny thing about positioning. We learn in high school that the sun is 400 times bigger than the moon, and yet the moon is able to totally block our view of the sun, not by its size but by its position. Although the disciples knew that Jesus was able to calm the storm, their view of Jesus was blocked by the circumstances that they were in. They allowed their blaring circumstances to hide the truth they knew about Jesus.  

But Jesus had not changed, despite the raging storm, despite the winds and the water pouring in over the sides, He was still in control. And in a moment’s time He spoke and “rebuked the wind and said to the sea, ‘Hush, be still’ and the wind died down and it became perfectly calm” (v. 39, NIV)

I don’t believe for a second that Jesus was being inattentive, I believe he was waiting for the call of his beloved, for the opportunity to show himself to them in a real and powerful way. Jesus knew the storm was coming before they got in the boat. He could have prevented it from ever happening at all, but if the storm hadn’t come, they would never have seen him speak to the waves and calm it. And in the words of Pastor Darren Herbold “A raging torrential storm did not wake Him, but the desperate cry of one of his own did”.

Storms are never pleasant, they do instill a fear sometimes, and they do shake our faith – mine for sure. But hopefully we can learn from the disciples and call out to the one who is able to rebuke the winds, tell the waves to be still and turn a raging storm into a perfect calm, and when He does we can say to one another with a new appreciation for who He is, “What a mighty God we serve, that even the winds and the sea obey Him”.  And we can know 'our Lord has been there all the while'.
 
 

Praying for you as you ride out your storm…

Tammy

Saturday, March 30, 2013

It's Saturday, and you don't know Sunday's Coming!



I sit here in the wee hours of Easter Saturday morning, awakened from my sleep and unable to return because of the thoughts that dropped into my head at yesterday morning's Good Friday service.

I love the Christmas season, with it's message of peace and love and new hope, but there is something about Easter that as a Christian...it just stirs in me a sense of overwhelming gratitude for the price that was paid for me on that ancient day at Calvary.

As I sat in yesterday's Good Friday service and drank in the worship, the songs telling of a Christ who was crucified at Calvary and rose again on the third day, the thought came to me...we never talk about Saturday! I wonder why that is? Then just as quickly the answer came...Friday we celebrate his crucifixion, Sunday we celebrate his resurrection...but the only thing between Friday and Sunday is the waiting and the mourning, and what celebration is in that??

Living on this side of the Easter story, I believe it is quite easy for us to rush from Friday to Sunday without grasping what those early Christians must have endured in that period of time between Christ's death and resurrection. Imagine what it was like for them knowing that their Lord, their Saviour, the one who had cast out demons, healed their sick, and given them hope... was gone!!

What was left? What did it mean?

Life as they had known it was dead, and they had nothing left to live for anymore. Everything they had ever put their faith in had vanished in the time it had taken Him to speak the words "It is Finished".

I can imagine the celebration that began in the realms of darkness when Christ breathed His final breath. In that moment, the one that held the greatest threat had been conquered, defeated, DEAD! As Phillip Yancey*** puts it, "The snake of Genesis had struck at the heel of God, the dragon of Revelation had devoured the child at last. God's son, sent to earth on a rescue mission, had ended up dangling from a cross like some ragged scarecrow. Oh what a diabolical victory"

But my friends, that is not where the story ended. As Yancey goes on to say "Oh what a short-lived victory. In the most ironic twist of history, what Satan meant for evil, God meant for good. Jesus death on the cross bridged the gap between a perfect God and a fatally flawed humanity."

Have you ever been watching a really good movie - perhaps a suspenseful drama - when someone comes along and tells you what happens at the ending? Somehow it takes away the effect that I'm sure the producers spent millions of dollars trying to have on the watcher! Of course, when the story happens to be our lives, we would love if someone would come along and tell us how it's all going to end. My good friend has said so many times "I wish sometimes that God would just send me an email and let me know how this is all going to play out!"

Can anyone relate?!? I know I can.

I can only imagine that those who loved Jesus and had followed him throughout the life of his ministry would have loved to have known on Friday what would be happening on Sunday. But the truth of the matter was that they did not and Saturday was a very real day for them. They didn't know he was coming back, they didn't know he needed to die in order for them to truly live, they didn't know the divine plan that laid behind the reality they were living out on Saturday.

I guess that's why Saturday doesn't get much attention, I mean why would it really, all it held was "heartache and defeat".

But here is the beauty of Saturday my friends. The greatest act of history was carried out behind the scenes of the doom and darkness that was lived out on Easter Saturday. While the disciples mourned behind locked doors, and the women held each other in tears and desolation, Jesus Christ was working his greatest miracle of all. In death, life had only just begun.

We as humans rarely want to remember the suffering in between Friday and Sunday but Phillip Yancey says "In a real sense, we live out our lives on Saturday, the day with no name". 

My life has had a lot of Saturdays. Those periods of time that I look back on with shuddering as I recall the mourning, the darkness, the hopelessness. But thank God as Yancey puts it - Friday was made good because of what happened on Sunday!  He says that "the disciples who lived through both days, Friday and Sunday, never doubted God again. They had learned that when God seems most absent he may be closest of all, When God looks most powerless he may be more powerful, when God looks most dead he may be coming back to life".

What day of the week is it for you my friend? If you are living out your Saturday I am here to tell you that "Weeping may last for the night, but JOY comes in the morning!" (Psalm 30:5) and Sunday is on it's way! I know, right now it is hard - and it looks as though there is no hope in sight. But while you are weeping in the darkness, God is working out the details of your situation. And what the enemy has meant for evil in your life, God has meant for good. Sunday is coming, keep holding on to the promises, and as the words of one of my favorite songs says "He'll soon be here, He'll roll back the stone, and He'll call out your name!"

Love this song by Guy Penrod - "Death had lost, and life had won, for Morning had come!"

 
 
 Praying for strength as you wait for your morning!
 
Happy Easter!
 
Tammy JOY
 
 
***Phillip Yancey - The Jesus I Never Knew - pgs. 273-275