The best, most wonderful, precious and amazing thing we can do is pray. But what happens when we don’t feel like it?
Most of my blogs are about prayer. Jesus spent a huge amount of His time in prayer. The answer to all things Christian is prayer. The modern Christian has little else to do but pray… But there are circumstances where prayer just seems out of reach.
We aren’t worthy, we haven’t been answered, we feel let down, we are stuck in a rut, angry at God, need a break, it hasn’t yielded positive results in months. And… etc.
Christians aren’t called to be perfect, but we are made to endure. The song “It is Well”, if you aren’t familiar with it’s roots, was penned by a man who just lost 4 children in a boating accident. He didn’t have the strength to do much. So he wrote. When peace is with me… it is well. When trials come… it is well too.
His wife, who couldn’t comprehend the devastation, said “God gave me four daughters. Now they have been taken from me. Someday I will understand why.” She was having the same moment her husband was. It was an ‘it is well’ moment. Devastating, horrible, unfathomable, gut wrenching, and yet… not eternal.
They knew death has been defeated by Jesus. They knew eternity and real life starts with death. But, as the living, we mourn the loss of those we love. And in those moments where our hearts are floating in the abyss we can’t muster the attitude that says, lets move on, lets celebrate! Instead, we trust God just enough to know that it is well. Or maybe for some… it will be.
Each day can bring a new season in your life. You may be happily faithful. You may be being stretched and prepared for great things. You may be in an ‘it is well’ moment. And while we will all endure each of these, it’s very important we don’t give up.
It is well, means… I’ve lost my children, but God has gained them.
It is well, means… I’ve lost my job, but God will provide.
It is well, means… I’ve received the diagnosis, but today is not the end.
It is well, means… I’m in prison, but I can minister to my captors.
It is well, means… I’m on the cross, but its for them.
It is well, means… whatever my lot in THIS life, my soul’s path is unchanged.
It IS well. It really is. But there are times when our inner resources need a moment to process and catch up. We don’t live for the playing of taps, we eagerly await angels blowing trumpets. Tears at a graveside isn’t the end of life, shouts from the heavens are where it simply begins.
It is well, means… the tomb has been sealed, but it was empty days later.
It’s about the victory that is to come, but isn’t quite here yet. We can’t let go of that. The loneliness, the bitterness, the emptiness… it will create a vacuum of pain. That is when we need it is well the most. Not quite the power to dust ourselves off and march onward, but enough faith to know that God will deliver in His perfect timing.
One of the greatest misunderstandings in the Christian faith is why we suffer. And why suffering builds character. And how suffering molds us into receptive and strong foes against the enemy… how it prepares us for future needs. How one loss prepares us better to deal with another. And how these moments are NOT created by God… but we are guided through them, by Him.
As cliched as it sounds, don’t despair. It is well. God turns water into wine. He turns blindness into sight. And, He turns tombs into celebration. All we have to do is weather the storm. The end of the story for the writer of this song??? His wife gave birth to 3 more children. But that was just a momentary pause in the story. The end hasn’t happened yet. He awaits, along with us, for what the true ending will be. All he knew in life, was the ending would be worth it. How much so, is still eagerly anticipated.
But due to their faith… because she knew God knew… because He knew THE day was about a heavenly battle already won… they rested their hopes on days to come. This day will pass. A new dawn will rise. Tomorrow brings fresh opportunity. With time, healing abounds. It is well.
Small portion of the story found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horatio_Spafford