The clouds are grey and heavy this afternoon in Nashville as I try to pull together some thoughts, hoping to draw us in a certain direction. The clouds match my mood. This has been a very difficult year, filled with unexpected challenges. We have watched flood waters rise and sweep away the physical security of our city, and specifically of Steve’s folks. We have lost a relative who died alone in her home, and we’ve felt the pain of realizing we had missed many opportunities to be as Jesus to her. Throughout the days we have watched the claw of our fallen state close on the mind of one of the strongest personalities you would ever meet.
These things begin to add upon each other. We, like you, have walked through these things while hearing of the fear surrounding our economy. Fear surrounding how we will provide for our needs. Fear about our president. Fear about our healthcare.
Fear. Fear. Fear.
The what-if’s begin easily for me. Just like the clouds outside, they begin to press down and I can feel myself tightening and wondering. What if the cartel sets up shop in New Mexico and the safety of those I love is in jeopardy. Clouds gathering. What if the Muslims are closing ranks in our country…what if they are led by our president. Breathing a little heavier. What if the economy crashes more and the life I know, and my children know, is lost. Clouds are here, starting to press in.
It is easy, it seems, to stir fear. Point to the things that are out of our control and remind us that what we are in control of is insufficient.
Are you feeling that fear? In the midst of our recent discussions I asked our pastors to speak words to counter the fear and the anger we were hearing. Speak words that remind us that we belong to Another. Speak words that stir peace and hope instead of fear. What are you speaking? How do you counter this spiral we sometimes find ourselves in? How do I?
The other night at church we began a study in Tim Keller’s Gospel in Life and I heard an answer…
Plant gardens.
In times when I find myself spiraling and filled with fear and what if’s, I will sometimes remind myself that this is not the worst the world has seen. This is not the worst the believers have seen. There are others who have walked, or even now are walking, through terrors and have found God faithful even there. Holocaust (read Diet Eman’s Things We Couldn’t Say), the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression.
How about being dragged out of your country by a conquering power and taken into Exile in a foreign land where they despise your God? What would God say?
Plant gardens. Build houses and live in them.
Take wives and have children. Let your children marry that they may have children.
Seek the welfare of the city…..where God has sent you into exile.
Pray to the LORD on its behalf.
-Jeremiah 29:4-7
I actually let out a sigh of relief when I heard this the other night. We don’t live in physical exile under the oppressive hand of a feared ruler. We may some day. I have no idea. We do live in cities though, and I believe God has us where He intends us to be.
Seek the good of the city.
This deeply struck me. I know that I have not been carried away to live somewhere else…in a land I hate…I can’t even imagine seeking the good of that city. How much more does this advice apply to our more peaceful, if tenuous, time.
We are called to walk the fine balance of seeking the good, and being immersed in the city, while at the same time retaining our identity and spiritual integrity. We are to pray for our city and seek God in our city. Often I am caught in wanting my city and country to be a certain way, and when it is not I whine and stomp my feet and complain. Then I usually get apathetic and just ignore it all.
We are called, all over Scripture, to live radically different than the world. Our ultimate peace rests in a different city…and that means we can walk in this earthly city extending grace because we do not fear the physical. I’m not there yet, but oh I desire to be…to truly not fear the physical. We plant our gardens because we know that ultimately our “fate” is not up to us. We seek the good of those around us, even as we are exiles in a land that seeks to conquer us…because God loves those around us just as He loves us.
Plant gardens. Love your neighbor. Seek the good of the city.
Is there still a lot to fear and be worried about? There is for those with no hope. There is for those whose home is simply here. We are called to show that there is a hope, and there is one who rescues us. You may be called to do more than that in the realm of politics, or in some role in your city…but let’s start with seeking the good of the city.
I ran across this quotation from Bonhoeffer. His situation was far worse than mine. The fear and terror in those prison cells must have been so deep. I know that we are not in a prison cell, but this quotation still spoke to me…and especially to the situation of those in Juarez and other out-of-control places:
“A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes – and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.”
Do not be overwhelmed. God is God…He is the Living God who has conquered the grave.
Speak peace to each other…don’t stir the fear.
“¶ As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.
¶ Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation
and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God, my rock:
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
¶ Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.”
(Psalms 42:1–11 ESV)
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