Donald E Gowan, The Triumph of Faith in Habakkuk
If the wicked really are stronger than the forces of righteousness, as they think, and if the wicked really go unpunished more often than not, as we think in our gloomier moments, then how is it that wickedness has not won the day long before now? Why does not the completely unscrupulous use of power wipe out the scrupulous, if that kind of power and that lack of moral restraint is really so unbeatable…Why haven't the forces of evil wiped out all resistance long ago? Why are there any righteous left? The answer must be that there really is something else going on in this world. There really is a force—and we know who it is: Yahweh, the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ—greater than armies, bombs, bribery, and torture, and it is he who thwarts the efforts of the wicked and gives to the righteous another kind of power (not of this world, the New Testament says) to enable them to resist and endure.
Donald E Gowan, The Triumph of Faith in Habakkuk
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Hide not your face from me in the day of my distress: Incline your ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily. Psalm 102:2.
I don’t know how many times I have said that to God, or at least something similar. “Now, God. Please take care of this now!” Yet another sentence in the same prayer was probably something like, “Please be patient with me, I’m really trying.” Avenge me of my adversaries immediately, but don’t avenge my sins for Yourself until I have had time to repent—a self-serving double standard if there ever was one. God does not operate on my timetable. He does not operate on yours. Because He inhabits eternity (Isa 57:15) He sees and knows when the time is right. He is not limited by living only in the present. Can you explain the fact that God did not send Nathan to David for about a year after his sin with Bathsheba? Uriah was dead, David had married Bathsheba, and the child they made together had been born. Perhaps God knew it would take that long for David to be receptive to Nathan. Perhaps He knew that holding his small son in his hands would make David’s heart softer. Who knows why, but that is the way God chose to do it, while in a similar circumstance the Corinthian church was commanded to withdraw from an adulterous brother the next time they met together. As for us, sometimes we cannot know why God allows things to happen when and as they do. I can often see later on that things turned out better than if they had happened on my schedule instead of God’s, but nearly as often I cannot. I am left to wonder. The good that has been accomplished may not become evident until I am dead and gone. I simply must trust that God knows best. Patience in the Bible is not about waiting quietly. The patience of Job was noisy indeed. Patience in the Bible is about endurance, about keeping on till the end, about being steadfast even when you don’t understand, and about trusting God’s timetable when your own makes a lot more sense to you. Think of Noah who built that ark waiting for God’s promised flood for 120 years. I wonder what his neighbors were saying after just one year, or how much they sneered after ten, much less 120. Think about Abraham, who received a promise that was not fulfilled in his lifetime, or for a thousand years afterward. Think about Sarah and Elizabeth, women who wanted children more than anything else, but did not receive them until old age had made it seem impossible. For a Being who inhabits eternity, “impossible” does not apply, and time is immaterial. Remember them and wait on the Lord. He will save you, in His way, and in His time. I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living! Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD! Psalm 27:13,14 Dene Ward Today's post if by guest writer Lucas Ward.
Lev. 23:2 “Speak to the people of Israel and say to them, These are the appointed feasts of the LORD that you shall proclaim as holy convocations; they are my appointed feasts." When I reached this passage in Leviticus, I realized that I didn't know what convocation meant. I had always read past the passage, assuming it meant "worship service." I decided to look it up to be sure. It turns out that convocation means "the act of convoking" according to Webster's Dictionary. Sighing, I then looked up convoke. It doesn't mean worship service at all. A convocation is when people come together, a time of coming together. So in Leviticus 23, when Moses is giving God's instructions on all the feast days, he is emphasizing that these are times when the nation was to come together and worship God as one. The Sabbath was a holy convocation for each community. On the Passover they came together to remember being freed from slavery in Egypt. On the feast of weeks they came together to offer the first fruits of their harvest to God. On the Day of Atonement they came together to fast, instead of feast, as they remembered their sins against God. On the Feast of Booths they came together to celebrate God's care for them. Ever—single—time--God ordered a day of worship, He wanted His people to come together to worship as a group. This is a principle that clearly carries over to the New Testament. The early church "attended the temple together" to hear the Apostles' teaching (Acts 2:42, 46). They "gathered together to break bread" (Acts 20:7). We are told to exhort one another (1 Thess. 5:11) and admonish one another (Rom. 15:14), which clearly implies being together enough to know what exhortation and/or admonishment is needed. As Christians, we are called the family of God and the word "brethren" is used of Christians at least 135 times in the New Testament. A family defined by how we love each other (John 13:35) will naturally be together as much as possible, especially when worshipping the Head of that family. Simply put, we cannot be the church that God intended, nor worship in the way He demands, if we never come together. Streaming services may be a wonderful way to help those who are legitimately homebound, but if we are able we need to be getting up and joining our brethren in "holy convocation" as we worship together. After all, how can I stir my brethren up to love and good works (Heb. 10:24) if I never see them? The early Christians came together to worship even though if caught the Romans would put them all to death. Surely we can brave a pandemic with a 98% survival rate! And if we do wind up being part of the unlucky 2%, aren't we really the more fortunate for the chance to go home early? Hebrews 10:24-25 "And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near." Lucas Ward Charles Edward Coughlin was one of the first to broadcast religious programming over the radio, beginning in 1925. He eventually had up to thirty million listeners in the 1930s. He was a Roman Catholic priest, but his programs were more about politics than religion. He began with a series of attacks on socialism and Soviet communism and moved on to American capitalism. He even helped found a political party—the Union Party. Finally, due to some not-so-latent anti-Semitism, he was forced off the air, announcing it in his final program on September 23, 1939.
Others have stuck with religion and fared much better, Vernon McGee, Oral Roberts, and Billy Graham among them. Many went on to television, but for a couple of generations, a lot of folks got their weekly dose of religion from the hump-backed radio they carefully tuned in amid high-pitched whistles and static. When I was young, radio evangelists were fond of ending their broadcasts with the directive to “put your hand on the radio and just believe.” That was supposed to instantly transform the person who did nothing but sit in his recliner with a cup of coffee (or a can of beer?) into a Christian, a true believer, a person of “faith.” Most mainstream denominational theologians believe in this doctrine of “mental assent.” Faith is nothing more than believing, no action required. Surely that must be one of those things spawned by the itching ears of listeners who wanted nothing required of them. Just look at a few scriptures with me. For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love. Galatians 5:6. What was that? “Faith working…?” Faith isn’t supposed to “work,” or so everyone says. Did you know that Greek word is energeo? Can you see it? That’s the word we get “energy” and “energetic” from. I don’t remember seeing too many energetic people sitting in their recliners. Only let your manner of life be worthy of the gospel of Christ, so that whether I come and see you or am absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving side by side for the faith of the gospel, Philippians 1:27. Striving for the faith? Even in English “striving” implies effort. In fact, the Greek word is sunathleo. Ask any “athlete” if mental assent will help him win a gold medal or a Super Bowl ring and you’ll hear him laughing a mile away. Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all, Philippians 2:17, ESV. Now that can’t be right. Everyone knows faith has nothing to do with outward observances of the law like sacrifices. Well, how about this translation? The ASV says “service of faith.” Anyway you look at it, whether sacrifice or service, it requires some sort of action on our parts. Fight the good fight of faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and about which you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses,1 Timothy 6:12. Faith is a “fight.” That Greek word is agon from which we get our word “agony.” If you are a crossword puzzler, you know that an agon was a public fight in the Roman arena. Anyone who did nothing but sit there, with or without a recliner, didn’t last long. To this end we always pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling and may fulfill every resolve for good and every work of faith by his power, so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Thessalonians 1:11-12. And there you have it in black and white: “work of faith.” Nope, some say, the trouble is you keep quoting these men. Jesus never said any such thing. Jesus answered them, This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent, John 6:29. If faith itself is a work, how can we divorce the works it does from it? We do have examples of mental assent in the scriptures, three that I could find easily. You believe that God is one; you do well: the demons also believe, and shudder. James 2:19 But certain also of the strolling Jews, exorcists, took upon them to name over them that had the evil spirits the name of the Lord Jesus, saying, I adjure you by Jesus whom Paul preaches. And there were seven sons of one Sceva, a Jew, a chief priest, who did this. And the evil spirit answered and said unto them, Jesus I know, and Paul I know, but who are you? Acts 19:13-15 Those first two examples are powerful. The devil and his minions believe in the existence of God and the deity of Jesus. In fact, they know those things for a fact. They even, please notice, recognize Paul as one of the Lord’s ministers. So much for not paying attention to his or any other apostle’s writings. Then there is this one: Nevertheless, many even of the authorities believed in him, but for fear of the Pharisees they did not confess it, so that they would not be put out of the synagogue; John 12:42. Those men believed too. They would have been thrilled to know they could put their hands on something in the privacy of their homes and “just believe.” They could have had their cake and eaten it too—become followers without actually following. And therein lies the crux of the matter. It’s easy to sit in your recliner and listen. It’s too hard to work, to strive, to sacrifice and serve, and way too hard to fight until you experience the agony of rejection, tribulation, and persecution. Guess what? Some of us believe this too. We just substitute the pew for the recliner. It doesn’t work that way either. God wants us up and on our feet, working, serving, sacrificing and fighting till the end, whenever and however that may happen. Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?--unless indeed you fail to meet the test! 2 Corinthians 13:5 Dene Ward Joseph Lodge opened his first foundry in South Pittsburg, Tennessee, in 1896, naming it after a friend: The Blacklock Foundry. In May 1910 it burned to the ground, but he opened again a few blocks south with an initial filing date as a For Profit Corporation on August 19, 1910, naming it the Lodge Manufacturing Company. It has been going strong for over 100 years, and my own skillet came from that company.
I grew up watching my mother use her cast iron skillet. She fried chicken, hamburgers, eggs, country fried steak, pork chops, and hash in it. I suppose I began with grilled cheese sandwiches, something I still love but have to limit now. Some days, though, a crisp on the outside, gooey on the inside, hot all over, buttered pair of bread slices (usually multi-grain in a nod to health) is the only thing that will satisfy. When I received my own cast iron skillet as a wedding present I was confused. My mother’s was deep black, smooth and shiny. This thing was the same shape, the same heft, but gray, dull, and rough. “You have to season it,” she told me, and even though I followed the directions exactly, greasing and heating it over and over and over, it was probably ten years before my skillet finally began to look like hers. Seasoning cannot be done quickly, no matter what they say, and in the early stages can be undone with a moment’s carelessness—like scrubbing it in a sink full of hot soapy water. A good skillet is never scrubbed, never even wet, but simply wiped out, a thin patina of oil left on the surface. Faith is a little like a cast iron skillet—it has to be seasoned. Let me explain. In the middle of some study a few weeks ago I made a discovery that made me laugh out loud. “…the churches were strengthened in the faith,” we are told in Acts 16:5. I am not a Greek scholar, but sometimes just looking at a word gives you a clue. The word translated “strengthened” is stereoo. “Stereo?” I thought, automatically anglicizing it, and a moment later got the point. Faith may begin as “mono”—undoubtedly the Philippian jailor who believed and was baptized “in the same hour of the night” had a one dimensional faith. He hadn’t had time to develop beyond the point of “I believe that Jesus is the Son of God,” but I imagine after awhile he had seasoned his faith with layer after layer of growth. It had become a “stereo” faith. Think about it. The Abraham who left Ur at the word of God, giving up far more than we usually realize in worldly goods and prominence, was not the same Abraham who offered his son over forty years later. That first Abraham was still so timid he would willingly deceive people about the woman traveling with him. Yet God did not give up on him, and he did not give up on God. He grew, adding layer after layer to a faith that eventually made him the father of the faithful. The Peter who tried to walk on water may have shortly thereafter confessed Christ, but he wasn’t the same Peter who sat in Herod’s prison in Acts 12, and he certainly wasn’t the same Peter who ultimately lost his life for his Lord. He used all the earlier experiences to season a faith that endured to the end. It isn’t that God is not satisfied with the faith we have at any given moment, but He does expect us to grow, to season that faith with years of endurance and service. Seasoning takes heat, and the heat of affliction may be the thing that seasons us. We never know what may be required, but God expects us to keep adding those layers, to get beyond the “mono” faith to a “stereo” faith, a multi-faceted, deeply layered condition, not just a little saying we repeat when we want to prove we are Christians. How does your skillet look today? Is it still gray and rough, or have you taken the time to season it with prayer and study, enduring the heat of toil and affliction, and turned it into an indispensable tool, one you use everyday to feed and strengthen your soul? For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me! Job 19:25-27 Dene Ward Man has been using tents since the dawn of civilization. The oldest one found was in Moldava, a mammoth skin draped around mammoth bones. Mammoth—that's the Ice Age, people.
How did they make those ancient tents waterproof? With animal fat, which made for a very stinky domicile. Teepees and yurts were the next phase, and they were still stinky. Finally nylon was invented in the 1930s and that became the material of choice for a long time. You can find all sorts of patents on tents, each claiming to be the next big step in comfort, ease in assembly, portability, size, whatever it is you want. For this topic I chose the patent that was published on August 4, 1959 because of this phrase: the said tent was "quite capable of standing up to any weather even without anchoring or reinforcement." Remember that for a few minutes. Our first tent was a Camel dome. The box said 10 x 12, which I never really understood since it was a hexagon. It said “sleeps 6” so we thought two adults and two small children would fit just fine. We learned to look at the fine print. A diagram did indeed show six sleeping bags fitting in the tent floor—like sardines in a can, and the sleeping bags like mummy wrappings. The only place even I could stand up straight was the direct center of the tent, where you could never stand because of the sleeping bags covering the floor, so you always stood bent over. Before long, the boys received a smaller dome as a gift and Keith and I had the larger one to ourselves. Now that we are alone, and camp “in style” as our boys accuse, we have a 16 x 10. A queen-size air mattress fits nicely and we can still stand up in more than one place inside. But tents are not houses. The paper-thin walls mean you hear your neighbors all too well, and they would be absolutely no protection from wild animals. So far we have only had to deal with raccoons, but if a bear came along we might be in trouble. Those walls also mean that in cold weather you are going to be cold too. We have learned that with a waterproof rainfly overhead, we can plug in a small space heater and raise the temperature as much as 15 degrees inside—but when the temperature outside is 30, that’s not a lot of relief. Usually our tents are dry, but on our last trip we were suddenly leaking. When we got home we found out why. The seam sealer tape had come loose. Rainwater simply rolled down the fly till it found a place where the tape hung unfastened. Then it dripped through--on the floor, on the boxes we were trying to keep dry, and on our bed. So much for "standing up to any weather," as that 1959 patent claimed. As comfortable and advanced as they make them these days, there is no confusing a tent with a house. The Bible has a whole lot to say about tents. Abraham and Sarah were called away from a comfortable home in a large city to live in tents for the rest of their lives. Though God promised them that their descendants would someday own that land, they never owned any of it until Abraham bought a cave to bury Sarah in. But one of the tests of their faith was those very tents they lived in. Did they really believe God enough to stay in them? Yes, they did, the Hebrew writer makes it plain. They understood perfectly the temporary nature of those tents and the promise they stood for, Heb 11:8-16. The Israelites lived in tents for 40 years. Their tents were punishment for a lack of faith. Yet even after they finally received their Promised Land, God insisted they remember those tents during the harvest feasts, to remind them who had given them the land and the bounty it produced, Lev 23:42,43. But the people refused, until once again they were punished for refusing to rely on God. That feast was not observed until the return from captivity. And all the assembly of those who had returned from the captivity made booths and lived in the booths, for from the days of Jeshua the son of Nun to that day the people of Israel had not done so. And there was very great rejoicing. Neh 8:17. Paul calls our bodies tents in 1 Cor 15. As amazing as the human body is because of its Creator, it is still a fragile thing compared to the immortal body we hope to receive. We are often too wrapped up in the physical life those tents represent to remember that. It seems like a long life. It seems like everything that happens here is important. It even seems like we can take care of ourselves. WE make the living that feeds us and houses us and clothes these bodies. We live on the retirement WE have carefully put away for the future. Just like Israel we forget who really supplies our needs. On several occasions I have wakened in the middle of the night on a camping trip to a storm blowing outside. The wind billows the sides of the tent and the rain pours as if someone had upended huge buckets over our heads. The lightning flashes and you suddenly wish you hadn’t so carefully chosen the shady spot under the big tree. Once, in the middle of one of those storms, I suddenly heard a loud crack followed by a WHUMP! The next morning, we crawled out of the tent and saw a huge limb lying on the ground about thirty feet away. If that limb had fallen on our tent, we might not have survived it. A tent would certainly not have stopped its fall. What are you trusting in today, the feeble tents of this life, or the house that God will give you? A mortal body that, no matter how diligently you care for it, will eventually decay, or a celestial body that will last for eternity? The things that "tent" can do for you, or the protection that God’s house provides? From the beginning, God has meant a tent to symbolize instability and transience. He has always meant us to trust him to someday supply us with a permanent home, one we will share with him. Tents, even the Tabernacle itself, have always symbolized a glorious promise. Don’t choose a tent when God has something so much better waiting for you. For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, 2 Cor 5:1.\ Dene Ward “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds."
The above sentence is not the official motto of the United States Postal Service. Yes, it does appear on the James A. Farley Building—the New York City Post Office—in Manhattan. But the line came from Book 8 of The Persian Wars by the Greek historian Herodotus. The Persians had created something similar to our Pony Express and it was said that a message could go from one side of the empire to the other—roughly India to Greece and Egypt—in a week's time. The architect for the New York Post Office Building was the son of a Greek scholar. He read Greek just for fun, and he was the one who decided to have the line placed on that particular post office. Still, it was the line I thought of that December of 1989 when we had ice on the roads and an inch of sticking snow on the ground—here in north Florida! That particular Saturday we tromped through the white stuff to the highway where our mailboxes were all lined up to save the letter carrier some time. While we waited, my three guys got a kick out of running down the road then stopping and sliding as much as ten or fifteen feet on the icy patch in the middle of it. It was a cold, gray day, never rising above 30 as I recall and the sun never peeking through for an instant. Our lightweight jackets, by Northern standards, barely kept us warm. Finally we gave up and went back home, freezing feet, runny red noses, chapped hands and all. The mail never did run that day. So much for "Neither snow…" As I was doing all this research on the "motto," I came across another interesting tidbit. During the Cold War of the 80s, the public was understandably worried. People believed that nuclear war would destroy the world as we know it, that it was not survivable at all. They were probably correct, but the administration of the time did their best to dispel that idea. Nuclear war is not nearly as devastating as Americans have been led to believe, said Thomas K Jones, Deputy-Undersecretary of Defense for Research and Engineering. To that end, the Federal Civil Defense Administration began their campaign to show people how to survive the Bomb. They created scenarios for ways they would care for "all the survivors," tacitly promising that there would be a great many of them. Two of their more ridiculous promises were: 1) Nuclear war would not prevent checks from clearing banks—including those drawn on destroyed banks—or their credit cards from being accepted. And, the one we are most interested in, 2) Postal employees would be moved to remote areas in order to maintain service. They would have in reserve millions of emergency change-of-address forms, including a line to complete if the recipient were dead. Imagine that. Most people who are aware of this inanity know it like this: On July 12, 1983, FEMA promised that survivors of a nuclear war would still get their mail! (If you want to read more on this, look up "Thinking the Unthinkable" by Professor Jon Timothy Kelly, Ph. D., West Valley College. The original paper should pop up.) Talk about outrageous promises. But understand this, that is exactly what many of your friends and neighbors think about you and your faith in God's promises. What they do not understand, and simply will not see, is all the evidence we have of God keeping His promises for millennia. Abraham waited twenty-five years before he began to see even a shadow of the promises God had made come true in the birth of Isaac. His descendants waited another 430 years before they received the land. The Jewish nation waited another millennium and a half for the Messiah, and are waiting still, while we enjoy being in his kingdom and under his watchful care and leadership. Then there are the many instances of fulfilled prophecy. Nation after nation came and went as God said they would, again and again. "The most High rules in the kingdoms of men," Daniel says four times, and then proves it. But those are only the big promises. God makes us promises every day—and keeps them. If we don't see them, we simply do not want to. No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it. (1Cor 10:13) Yet if anyone suffers as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God in that name…Therefore let those who suffer according to God's will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good. (1Pet 4:16-19) Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” So we can confidently say, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?” (Heb 13:5-6) For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Rom 8:38-39) But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2Cor 12:9-10) I could keep going, but do you know what the problem is? We don't like the things these promises imply. In order to receive these promises we have to suffer for His name's sake. We must be tempted, we must endure hardships, we must be content with a life that may not be what we had imagined, especially in this wealthy country. We must be willing to be persecuted. We must face tragedies. That is when we see His promises come true. I no longer have absolute faith in the postal system—I saw it fail that December of 89. But I have never seen my God fail me in a lifetime of ups and downs, good and bad, happiness and sorrow. My neighbors have sometimes failed me. My government has failed me. Even my brethren have failed me. But never God. Maturity has helped me see that. A growth in spirituality has made it easier. Knowledge of the Word has been the greatest help. You will never understand His help, nor will you even recognize it, until you learn about Him and how He works, until you become more like Him and see things as He does—not in a carnal way, but in a spiritual way. For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised. For, “Yet a little while, and the coming one will come and will not delay; but my righteous one shall live by faith, and if he shrinks back, my soul has no pleasure in him.” (Heb 10:36-38) God has yet more promises waiting for you. Nothing will stop Him from delivering them. In hope of eternal life, which God, who never lies, promised before the ages began (Titus 1:2) Dene Ward Both solar and lunar eclipses, while easily explained by science, were in the past viewed as frightening omens.
Herodotus records that on May 28, 584 BC, a solar eclipse occurred, having been predicted by the Greek philosopher Thales of Miletus. This happened during the sixth year of a war between the Medes and the Lydians and so impressed them that they stopped their fighting and immediately began to work on peace plans. On August 2, 1133, a solar eclipse lasting nearly five minutes occurred in England and was taken as a sign of an important upcoming evil event, possibly an important death. Sure enough, King Henry I, who had traveled to Normandy around that time, died the same year on December 2. Despite being four months removed, it was immediately connected to the eclipse. All this superstition and fear led Columbus to use it against the Arawaks in Jamaica. He had run out of food for his crews and he "foretold" a lunar eclipse, using an almanac he had studied. He told the chief that his Christian God was angry with them for not sharing their food with him and that in three nights He would obliterate the moon and it would be "inflamed with God's wrath." On March 1, 1504, his "prediction" came true. Needless to say, the Arawaks were terrified and readily agreed to support Columbus and his men with all the food and supplies they needed. But some good things have come from eclipses too. On May 29, 1919, an eclipse occurred, viewable in a path across South America that included Brazil. Sir Frank Watson Dyson conducted an experiment there that proved a portion of Einstein's theory of relativity because during that eclipse, several stars that were too close to the sun to be seen and their distance measured, could be while the sun was dark. Somehow it involves bending light rays, and while it is far too complicated for me to even understand much less explain, I am told it was the most important eclipse in the history of science. But there are even more important eclipses than that. In a study of faith I did, I found this passage: I made supplication for you that your faith fail not…Luke 22:32. I looked up “fail” and found this Greek word, ekleipo. I’ll have to admit—I saw nothing at first. Finally I looked up other uses of the word and found, just a page over in my Bible, Luke 23:45: the sun’s light failing. The context was the crucifixion when, according to the verse just above that one, darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. “Aha!” my feeble brain said, “an eclipse,”--ekleipo. The light of the sun failed because something overshadowed it. Now how do I use that in my study of faith “failing?” Twenty years ago I woke up with what I thought was an earache. I called the doctor and he prescribed an antibiotic. The next morning some of the ache was gone, but enough remained for me to discover the true source of the pain—it was a tooth. I had developed an abscess and the pain had simply radiated to my ear, but the medication at least knocked it back to its original source. This time I called the dentist and left a message. It was late on a Friday afternoon and I needed to see someone before the weekend. By that time, nearly 48 hours into this, I was moaning on the couch, totally unable to function. I hadn’t even thought about dinner, much less started cooking it, even though I expected Keith home within the hour. I hadn’t finished putting the clean sheets on the bed, or washed any dishes all day long. I hadn’t accomplished any bookkeeping, or filled out the forms that were soon due for my students to enter State Contest. Nothing mattered but that aching tooth and the sore lump now swelling on my jaw line. A few minutes later the phone rang, and I eagerly snatched it up, expecting a dental assistant. It was an ex-Little League coach of my sons’. Keith had suffered something resembling a seizure while riding his bike the thirteen miles home from work, and was lying right in front of his house, in the middle of the rural highway. “The ambulance just arrived,” he said. “I think if you hurry, you can be here before it leaves.” What do you think I did? Lie back down and moan some more? I was out of that house in a flash and did indeed beat the ambulance’s departure for the hospital. I sat in that hospital for five days. You can think your faith is important to you. You can think you would never let anything “eclipse” it. You can be positive that you are strong enough to handle the most intense trial or the most powerful temptation. You can be absolutely wrong. I have seen men who stood for the faith against the ridicule of false teachers commit adultery. I have seen women who diligently withstood the long trial of caring for a sick mate become bitter against everyone who ever tried to help them, and ultimately against God himself. I have seen families who were called “pillars of the church” leave that very group when one of their own fell and was chastised. Look to that passage I found: I made supplication for you that your faith fail not. Jesus was speaking to Peter, who subsequently declared, “I am ready to go both to prison and to death,” but not many hours later, denied the Lord when those very things confronted him. He was not prepared, and his faith was eclipsed by fear. Just as surely as my worry over my husband’s health totally eclipsed a very real and intense pain in my physical body, just as certainly as fear eclipsed the faith of a man like Peter, the events of life can eclipse your faith, causing it to fail. Carnal emotions can overshadow you—lust, bitterness, resentment, hurt feelings among them. It’s up to us to keep those things in their proper place, to allow nothing to detract from our faith in a God who promises that none of those things really matter because of the spiritual nature of the life to come. It is, in fact, up to us to be spiritually minded, instead of carnally minded, to put the physical in the shade and let the light of the Truth shine on the spiritual. With a spiritual mind-set, nothing can eclipse your faith. Your faith should, in fact, eclipse everything else. If then you were raised together with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated on the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things that are above, not on the things that are upon the earth. For you died, and your life is hid with Christ in God, Colossians 3:1-3. Dene Ward 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 Refrain: It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this blest assurance control That Christ (yes, He has) has regarded my helpless estate And has shed His own blood for my soul My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought (a thought) My sin, not in part, but the whole (every bit, every bit, all of it) Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more (yes) Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend Even so, it is well with my soul Most of us know, love, and sing this song. It is one of the most moving in the hymnal, especially when you know the backstory. Horatio Spafford, the writer of the lyrics, was an attorney in Chicago who owned significant properties. He and his wife Anna had five children. In 1871, the only boy, a four-year-old, died of pneumonia. In 1873, the Great Chicago Fire took a large portion of his properties, putting the family in dire financial straits. Things began to improve and the family made plans to visit England. Unexpected business came up and Spafford put his wife and four daughters on the ship to England, promising to arrive as soon as possible. Four days out the ship collided with a large Scottish vessel and sank, taking all four of the girls. Anna survived, hanging onto a piece of wreckage. Most of us know that story. It is justifiably famous. Now go back and read those lyrics again, written by a man who had lost almost everything. "Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say, It is well with my soul." Could we have written that after some of the trials in our lives? As for me, I am not sure, but I do know that given the New Testament's demand that we learn to live not for this world, but for the one to come, I think I should be able to. If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory (Col 3:1-4). I think we all understand this hymn and the point it makes, whether we can emulate the author or not. But one phrase remains misunderstood by most because of our ignorance of the words of scripture and how some of them were once used. Look at that last verse. First the lyricist speaks of the day God will come in final judgment. Then he begins the next phrase with "Even so." Most of us would immediately think, "In spite of." So the verse would take on the meaning, "One day the Lord is coming, but in spite of this, it is well with me soul." I don't really think that is what we want to be saying. The people who wrote hymns in those times, were so well steeped in the scripture, especially the King James Version, that they tended to speak and write that way. "Even so" can be two separate words in the Greek or it can be just one. The one we want is, I think, nai. That word is a word of strong affirmation, similar to "Amen." Most of the time it is translated "Yea" or "Yes," but in the older versions also "Verily" and "Truth." Look at this verse in particular. What then did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet (Luke 7:26). Jesus is making the point that you may have thought you were going out to see a prophet when you went to hear John, but he was much more than just a prophet. Affirmation. Certainty. So what does that mean about our hymn and the phrase in question? It means, "The Lord is coming and yes, I am anxious for his arrival." It is similar to the apostle John's sentiments in the Revelation when he says, He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming quickly.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus (Rev 22:20). Is that how we feel about that Day, the Day the Lord returns and takes us home? This hymn has more than one challenging thought in it. Next time you sing it, consider what it truly meant to the man who wrote it, and what it should mean to us. Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen (Rev 1:7). And inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment, so Christ also, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time for salvation without reference to sin, to those who eagerly await Him (Heb 9:27-28). Dene Ward We have always shared our garden produce. We have never had a lot of disposable income, but every summer we have extra beans, peas, squash, cucumbers, corn, cantaloupes, okra, peppers, tomatoes, and melons. Every trip into services includes handing out bag after bag after bag of whatever we are inundated with that week.
Once we gave a friend a bag of fordhooks. Knowing she was a city girl, we did not do so without instructions. “You will need to shell them tonight, or if you must wait until tomorrow, then spread them out on newspapers.” A week or so later we asked her how she liked the beans. Her red face and downcast eyes told the story before she said a word. “I left them in the bag overnight on the kitchen table and they soured and sprouted. I’m so sorry. I thought you were just exaggerating.” Yes, we still speak and are still good friends. In fact, she is not the only one who has ignored our instructions and lost good produce as a result. All these people help me understand a couple of verses in the book of Hebrews. And to whom swore he that they should not enter into his rest, but to them that were disobedient? And we see that they were not able to enter in because of unbelief. Heb 3:18-19 In one verse, the Hebrew writer accuses the Israelites in the wilderness of disobedience and in the next of unbelief. To him they were one and the same, and my disbelieving non-gardening friends prove the point. When you do not believe what you are told, you will not do what you are told. Now granted, Keith and I are just ordinary people who might possibly be wrong, but you would think that forty years’ gardening experience would make us at least a little credible. And certainly God should have been credible to people who saw Him send the ten plagues, part the Red Sea, send water gushing out of a rock, and rain manna night after night. But people always have an excuse if they do not want to obey. “It can’t be that important.” “God doesn’t care about such a little thing.” “God is merciful and loving.” “After all, I have done so many good things. That ought to count more than this.” And so they deceive themselves into believing that the beans won’t spoil. And their unbelief becomes disobedience, something God has never tolerated for an instant. Believe it! For good news came to us just as to them, but the message they heard did not benefit them, because they were not united by faith with those who listened. Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by the same sort of disobedience. Heb 4:2,11 Dene Ward |
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Dene Ward has taught the Bible for more than forty years, spoken at women’s retreats and lectureships, and has written both devotional books and class materials. She lives in Lake Butler, Florida, with her husband Keith. Categories
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