Friday, December 21, 2007

Where is God?

In my devotional times I've been reading the stories of people in the Bible. Okay, so that's not difficult to do because the Bible is full of stories abut people. But I wanted simply to spend some time reflecting on the whole God and people thing. How does he involve himself in the lives of ordinary people? How do they know what is going on? Do they even recognise him at work?

You see, it seems to me that when we read the stories we usually know the outcome. But how did Joseph feel when he found out that Mary was pregnant? Would you have believed her story? Jeremiah in the mud-hole, Daniel in exile, Moses in the wilderness, Joseph in prison. What they have in common is that they only experienced life in the present. They could not see the future. 

All of these people faced the same challenge we do: To see God's hand at work in our lives. How many times have you heard someone ask where was God in this or that circumstance. Perhaps the real challenge is to trust him even when we don't see any evidence of his involvement.

Perhaps the real test of faith comes when we have to apply our knowledge of God's faithfulness and trustworthiness when we can't see clear, unequivocal evidence that he is at work.

I recently read the story of Ruth and at the moment I'm just finishing off the story of Esther. In the first of these God gets mentioned, but only in the context of expectation. There is no, "and God..." moment to speak of as I recall. Esther of course is best known for not mentioning God at all! But as you read both these stories, you cannot escape the conclusion that he was clearly at work in the detail of all the lives described.

On my bookshelf I have a baseball. Unusual for an Englishman, but this is a special baseball. 

In 2001 we visited America as a family. We spent about a week of our time visiting some friends in Florida and while we were there we went to a baseball game. I thought taking home a baseball would be a nice memento of the trip but only one came in our direction and someone else caught that one. The following evening we were out near the ground when I sat down on a bench and prayed. We were about to return to the UK to face a time of uncertainty. We knew we were leaving the church we had served for three years and that meant leaving our home too. But we also needed a school for our daughter and my wife's job was also uncertain. So, no long-term home, no school place, no ministry, uncertain employment. 

So I did the logical thing, I prayed for a baseball. 

I said something along the lines of: "God, it's not really important, but it would be nice if a baseball would come over the corner of the stadium and land down here." Now I've prayed a lot of prayers like this in my life and I've gone away empty-handed a fair number of those times, but this time God was gracious and before I finished praying over the wall came a baseball. 

As I sat there somewhat stunned and amazed, holding my new prize, I sensed God speak to me: If you can trust me in this small thing, what can't you trust me with?

I have my days when all I need to do is hold that baseball. Days, if I'm honest, when all I can do is hold onto the baseball. It's all I need as a reminder that God is faithful and trustworthy. And if I can't see him at work, that doesn't mean he isn't at work, because he is always at work.

If you don't have an equivalent of my baseball, then you can share mine with me, even if only vicariously! 

2 comments:

Colin said...

Thanks for sharing your baseball Richard!

I've been reading your blog for a few months after stumbling over eyesturnedoutward.com - then checking out your own blog.

I've often seen over people who are able to hear God speak to them clearly and share their stories with others...I've always felt I'd love to be able to hear Him. It's only been in the past couple of years that I've begun to realise that it's more about whether I'm listening with all you senses.

There have been a few occassions since then that have helped me understand and believe this...those times when, whichever way you turn, there seems to be an unexplainable link between a whole range of events that would otherwise be completed unlinkable/unrelated.

As a recovering perfectionist I'm also now getting into GTD to help organise my professional life...but in my spiritual development I've struggled to really accept the amazing gift of grace...because I've always felt unworthy (now I know that's what it's all about)...but I mean I've felt inadequate and unable to accept that God really loves me for who I am, warts and all.

So while I haven't got a baseball on my shelf, I have had a series of episodes over the past few months where people who don't really know me, in the course of discussions (some deep, some just conversational) have felt drawn to reminding me "that you know God loves you, don't you!"

When this happened the first time, it was a fairly deep discussion so after I stopped crying I pulled myself together and just got back on with things. But then He didn't stop trying to tell me - because I hadn't really taken it in. So there were a number of others who were sent to tell me. Finally I got the message and made a positive affirmation that I had got it and I would try hard to keep on remembering it...and allowing His love into my life...so I could try harder to share it more with others - in simple encouraging/nudging ways.

Hope you don't mind my long and winding comment on your blog - keep on posting...I really enjoy reading it!

Merry Christmas to you and yours...and may we have peace, love and baseball moments in the New Year.

Richard said...

Welcome to the blog Colin. Don't mind the long comment, especially when it's an interesting story of God's involvement in a life.

May you grow in the grace of God, and don't worry, I don't know many of us who really comprehend the nature of God's grace, even in part. Personally I'm still scratching at the surface after 30 years!