This post is for me – primarily. To remind me of what I have thought and felt while my mind is clear. I will give little thought to grammar or structure. They mean little. May this be up close and personal. When the time comes when I feel like I can no longer bear the burdens of this life, I hope this reminds me of what could keep me going.
Life has been quite difficult for the past many years. It really has been. It feels like a lucid dream where you are in pain. The wrenching affliction persists and you writhe agonisingly, hoping it stops but it doesn’t. It never stops. Never. What you feel is real.
Sometimes I wonder if life would be easier if I weren’t Christian. Maybe it would. Maybe not. I have no clue – I have no benefit of hindsight. Breathe. I console myself that my great reward is eternal in Christ. I wish that weren’t true. I wish God didn’t exist. I really do. Dostoevsky said, “if God is dead, then everything is permissible”. That would be great, wouldn’t it? It’d be every man for himself, doing whatever he wishes however he wishes. But at this very moment I cannot convince myself that God is not real, or that He is dead. Rather, I am quite certain that He is real and alive. The Gospel and biblical narratives are far too raw to be fairytale or fiction. The letters of Paul are full of passion and struggle. Everything forces me to examine the life I am living and ponder – is there more to this than my eyes can see? I believe there is. Period. At least, this is what is keeping me going – believing that there is purpose in my pain and sorrow and everything in between.
Was listening to Begg’s sermon a couple of days back. He was preaching from the text in 1 Peter 5. Speaking on the struggles in ministry/the Christian life, he said, “It’s surely fascinating that some of the most profoundly helpful hymns have more than a tinge of difficulty at the very heart of them.”
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control:
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and has shed his own blood for my soul.
Spafford wrote these words in his great grief following the death of all four of his daughters when their ship sank in a collision at sea.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
Cowper wrote these words in the deep anguish of his soul – 3 times he attempted suicide and landed himself in a mental asylum. His struggle persisted till the day he passed on.
I cannot even begin to imagine what they must have felt in their pain and their grief. A lonely boat in the thrashing of waves. Perhaps this sort of embattled life is truly the mark of one who would follow Christ.
Tozer puts it well: You cannot carry a cross in company. Though a man were surrounded by a vast crowd, his cross is his alone and his carrying of it marks him as a man apart. His Godgiven instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are so few who share his inner experiences he is forced to walk alone.
My cross is heavy, and only I can carry it. I long for the day when this burden will be lifted, but until then may there be joy in my sorrows. May there be quiet assurance. Things may not get better but may I bear upon these with the strength that comes from my hope in Christ. May I find strength even when I am down and out to cry out – it is well with my soul; blessed be His name. May I cling on tightly to Christ all the days of my life.
Ending thoughts will be from 1 Peter 5. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.
To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.