“You are going to have to decide if your unrest is the Spirit not giving you peace or your fear of following God into the unknown.” – Friar Tuck
I’ve heard some say that it’s much easier to live with a sovereign Lord because no matter your decision it is the Lord’s will. “Nothing happens outside the Lord’s will,” I hear over and over again. And I believe, I guess. But I also must say I believe it’s actually harder to live with, because your trust in him is paramount.
It’s hard for me to accept that the Lord’s will was for this to happen or for this to happen. Any good reformer will say that it’s our sin nature that causes it. So God is responsible for only the good stuff and not the really heinous stuff?
I know where I could be headed with this isn’t good. But I do feel, at time, the neccecisity of pointing out the other side of the theological tension here.To ignore it is to ignore one of the greatest gifts God gave us: our minds. But what this post is about (actually, what most of my posts are about) is the heart. The unrest of the heart that kind either be about my own fear or about the Spirit moving.
Whenever I find myself in a situation where I realize how I need to trust God, I am troubled. Troubled because I find it so much easier to not trust him and rather, trust myself. This is a very dangerous place to be as his child, and I’m realizing more and more that’s it’s even more dangerous when you are in the vocation of ministry.
Two weeks ago I attended our Presbytery latest meeting, where the speaking (Joan Gray) spoke about Sailboat Christianity. She asked us, “Are we rowing the boat ourselves? Or are we allowing the Holy Spirit to blow the boat in whatever direction he sees fit.” These are tough question to ask ourselves, because to admit one is to admit you don’t trust God. I’ve had to do some of that (the trusting) of late, especially as I faced a decision – to come to Arizona or choose something else. To choose something else who have been just as much of a leap of faith and choosing to go, but it doesn’t always seem like that (to yourselves or maybe even to others).
What I am now looking for is some way to me to measure this. I know it sounds crazy, but i don’t know that I truly recognized the depth of my lack if trust in God. Actually, I do think I trust God. I just trust myself more. And what a terrible, awful place to be – in a place where you trust the fallible more than the infallible. Yet I find it much easier to blame the unrest I sometimes feel on the Spirit, rather than just admitting I am afraid.
Father, I pray for your guidance and your guidance alone. Allow me to understand when I’m trusting myself more than you, and not trusting you enough. Stop me cold in my tracks, if need be, if I ever step outside your will. Amen.