In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. (Philippians 1:4-5)
There was a popular saying years ago, “Please be patient, God
isn’t finished with me yet.” I tended to think that some people resorted to it
as an excuse for not bothering to try to curb bad behavior. At the other end
are the people who flip out if you happen to prove less than perfect –
according to their definition of perfect. Then there are the people who don’t
notice their own imperfections much, while others fret over them. I think I go
back and forth between those last two. There are things about which I’m not as
concerned as I should be, and there are things I fret about. And sometimes, I
just fret. And the idea that someone might pray with joy for me, or consider me
a partner in the gospel – ludicrous. Of course, little of any of this is
rational, and that’s part of the problem.
Last night while visiting a friend, I tried
to explain a little about my faith in God’s guidance. While there are times
when I’m anxious about specifics and “right now,” God has taught me that He is
guiding me. I don’t need to worry about “missing an exit” in terms of His will
for me. This morning, God is challenging my security on this. If I am generally
confident that He will direct my path, why am I anxious about specifics and right
nows? And if I am confident that He will direct my path, why am I anxious about
my internal progress as a Christian?
Of course, part of it is because these
things are attacks used to separate me from God. But equally, it is because this
is something God is working into my life. That also brings to mind a line from The
Horse And His Boy, in which Aslan tells Shasta that he is telling Shasta
Shasta’s story, not Aravis’. One of the struggles I face is well-meaning people
who think I should relax, calm down, and (it seems to me) become like them.
That may be God’s eventual goal, but when
I think about kicking back and relaxing – watching TV every evening, or
whatever – I stress. That’s the problem I have with Sundays. It’s supposed to
be a day of rest, but most of what others dictate as “resting” or “relaxing”
isn’t restful or relaxing to me. The purpose of the day of rest is to draw us
closer to God, but I think there’s an aspect of it that is also designed to
recharge us. I’ve read a couple books on some of this, but I think I need to go
back to it – and develop an answer that I can give for a more individualized
idea of rest, relaxation, and recharging as I take the lesson I’ve learned about
God guiding me in externals to God guiding me in the internals.
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