The Wrestling God

The Wrestling God

In church this autumn we are doing a series on Encounters with God.  Yesterday we had the story of Jacob wrestling with the stranger in the night, who he later realizes was somehow God himself.  Before this, Jacob wrestles, unrelenting.  He won’t let go, not until he receives a blessing.

But wait – it’s God Himself who wrestles with Jacob?  Yup, God comes down to Jacob’s level.  He puts up with Jacob’s wrestling all night, though with a touch he puts out his hip, and could easily have done much more.  In the end, He gives in to Jacob’s demand for His blessing.

God not only humours engagement with Jacob, but seeks it out.  He’s the one that starts the fight.  And Jacob is rewarded for persevering and overcoming.  He gets a name change, an identity conversion.

The events in my life this year have put fuel to some of the questions people face at various times in their lives.  Are you really there, God? Are you really good?  Can I trust you when it looks like the answer is ‘no’?  Just to cite the most obvious.

I love that the Bible shows us that God not only allows, but promotes these sort of questions, when they are brought to him.  David, who had all sorts of complaints (mostly pretty legitimate!), was called a man after God’s heart.  God hears an awful lot from Job before He steps in with an answer.

The danger is that we take our questions and complaints elsewhere, or nowhere at all, where they fester and rot within us.  I have been guilty of this for sure.

God, I want the courage to come to you.  To say give me an answer, or show me yourself, anything – I just won’t let go until I have something more from you.

Can I go on your shoulders?

Can I go on your shoulders?

As we set off for Micah’s school in the morning, he often asks me, ‘Can I go on your shoulders?’  More often than not I carry him to school – it’s something we both enjoy.

These days I’m saying the same thing to God – can I go on your shoulders?  Can you carry me for a bit?  I don’t have the strength in myself right now.  I can’t muster up the discipline in myself to spring out of bed, I find getting out of bed so hard. I feel at least mildly depressed. I can’t conjure up faith from myself that everything will work out brilliantly, I need God to provide the faith.  I feel like the father in Mark 9 who said “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”

I can’t pull myself out of this greyness, I know that only God can rescue, only He can restore hope, can make me live.  He’s teaching me about grace right now.

Paul says in 2 Cor 12:9-10: 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 about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

I can’t say I’m delighting in my weaknesses – I don’t like feeling weak, I grieve for the Paul before this happened who had a (seemingly) greater handle on the way things worked, a more stable view on God’s ways.  This experience has shaken my view of myself and my place in the world.  It’s also revealed how much I rely on myself, and don’t see God as a gracious Father.

A couple weeks ago a wise woman called Cathie said to me, God always acts towards us with the fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.  He is always loving towards us, always kind.  He is always patient towards us. He is always, always gentle. And He wants us to treat ourselves, and others, in the same way.

I don’t find it easy being patient with myself, nor to be gentle and kind. I have high expectations of myself.  As I feel my weakness so acutely right now, I’m having to shed many expectations I place on myself, and to throw myself on the grace of God, calling out with more sincerity than ever before, ‘God, without you, I really am nothing!’

God, you are my saviour, my only hope.  Without you I’m nothing – I cannot rescue myself.  I cannot pull myself from this place.  Shine your light on me.  Fill me with your hope once again.  Don’t let my pride keep me from experiencing the endless grace of your love.  I bind myself to you Jesus, my saviour and my God.

Knocked Confidence

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Roman’s 8:28

The events of the last two months has shaken my confidence, mostly in myself and my ability to discern reality and make good decisions. Because the drug affected my brain and confused my judgments of what was happening around me, I started questioning if I could trust what I was thinking and feeling. It was a very destabilizing place to be, from which I think I am still recovering.  It’s also led me to question whether the above verse is true – how could this be for my good?

It’s made decision making very difficult as I’ve felt paralyzed for lack of knowing the consequences of my actions and fear of getting it wrong.

But this is wrong thinking based on a wrong idea of God. Is He a father who lets us make huge irreparable mistakes without warning us? No, and to be clear, nothing is irreparable with God.  Or is he a father who condemns us for our mistakes and rubs our noses in it til we’ve learned our lesson? My actions sometimes betray such beliefs.

No! God is NOT out to punish, to bring down, to weaken. He describes himself as a good shepherd, tenderly looking after his sheep. Or a mother hen brooding over her chicks. Or the best father who knows how to give good gifts to his children.  Condemnation does not come from Him.  He does not want me to be confused and doubting but faith filled and of a sound mind! He is not out to make me less stable and able but more – in Him! He is more involved than I give Him credit for.  If he allows me to go through testing and trying times it’s because He knows the end result and is committed to seeing me through it.

God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted [or tested] beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. 1 cor 10:13

May my confusion be replaced with clarity, my doubt with faith, my fear with trust in the goodness and sovereignty of God. May my response in trial be that of this song, Trust you Jesus by Aaron Keyes (watch on YouTube)

 

For ultimately, though it’s comforting to be able to trust in one-self, my confidence is misplaced if it is not at root firmly placed in God the Father.  His steadfast love is not shaken when I am. His resolve and commitment to me is unwavering though I doubt him.  He is my Father, my dad whose love is unconditional, strong and pure, not based on my actions, abilities or faith.  In fact there are NO conditions to it, whatsoever!

Thank you God of all the universe, who I can call my dad.  Fill me with the knowledge of this love, so that I may be confident in You.