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Windmill Tilters
"And we know that all things work together for good to
them that love God, to them who are the called according to his
purpose." (Romans 8:28)
Two things you must overcome if you are to be a true
disciple of Jesus Christ, comfort and approval.
There are many things this writer has observed on this bumpy road we
call life, the terrible smallness of men, especially those who consider
themselves so large. Most had dwelling
within them a "cowardness" of smallness, the self delusion-narcissism
of competence and confidence.
IF you decide within yourself that you are a disciple of
Jesus, in spite of everything, IF you decide that you are going to do right, in
spite of everything, you will find yourself very much ALONE.
Many times, alone, you must give up, EVEN family, don't
expect even family members to understand or appreciate you, if you have become
drenched in fulfillment, I mean by that, fulfilling what God wants from your
life, because you were chosen by God, in the council chambers of eternity,
before the Earth was formed for life and for doing certain things for Him. He did not choose pretenders...from His word
we know how much He hated hypocrisy: "Whited sepulchres filled with dead
men's bones" (Matthew 23:27).
Know right now, if you have not realized this fact, in this
lifetime, you have two families: one you are born into, one your build for
yourself. The one you build for
yourself, friends and associates, choose to love you. Most of the time, more or less, your own
family, even those who put their feet under your mother's table just as you
did, just put up with you. Most of the
time, and I know this, because I have experienced this, and all of its hurt,
your own family will be the first to criticize; will be the last to show you
any appreciation whatsoever.
I never indulged myself with idleness, always reading,
always seeking to achieve, even when young, I learned a new word everyday to
add to my vocabulary. I read books that
others did not read, I despise the trash of senseless music-senseless
lyrics-senseless "true" stories, such as the malarkey found in movie
magazines. If you have paid attention to
the world around you, most "grown-ups" are like children, they just
want "bedtime stories" where everyone lives "happily ever
after". Christianity is not
complicated, just tough. One must live
Christ-like every moment of every day.
Why else would one want to live eternally with Christ in such a manner?
Many of us get very little of what the world considers wealth. I have not forgotten yet the beautiful story
of the old couple, who had worked hard, lived frugally and faithfully, nearing
the end of their life, was sitting in their sparse kitchen eating just some
soup. One said to the other, "All
this and Heaven too."
This writer can honestly say that he worked as very few men
have worked not only in the poverty of an impoverished Eastern
North Carolina tobacco farm but all the way through for an eight
year university education. I saved fifty
cents of every dollar I ever made, invested twenty-five cents in securities,
twenty-five cents in real estate. I
would have invested more if not for high taxes.
From the fifty cents left of each dollar, I gave most of that to the
cause of Christ, awards, scholarships, church building programs. Living alone all these years, taking care of
myself, God has been so good to me...even as a totally blind, 100% disabled,
medical officer veteran of the Korean War era, now, at 86, still working-saving-"stingy". I was editor of one professional journal for
eight years, published in many magazines; I hear these blogs read on national
radio. Yet, having lived in this present
house for over forty years, only five blood-family relations have ever put
their foot in my house, my sister-her children, three cousins. My own two grandsons, who bear my name-my DNA
have only been in my house one time in their entire lives. My mother's family, a very large family, a
reunion each year at Thanksgiving, and me, the oldest grandchild, was never invited...not
once. Is it envy, jealousy, some radical
notion of non-acceptance that causes one's blood relations to act in this
manner? We are told that Jesus had very
little relationship with his brothers, that even his brother James, by whom one
book in the New Testament was written, did not accept him until after Jesus was
crucified. Jesus disciple John, cared
for Jesus' mother Mary after the crucifixion, I visited the house at Ephesus where they
supposedly lived. Jesus prepared us for
the non-acceptance-appreciation of our family (Matthew 12:50).
There are more sermons preached from the book of Psalms than
any other book in the Bible. There are
1189 chapters in the Bible, and the one which most of us can recite is the twenty-third
Psalm. In the psalms we often hear the
word "selah" which means think of it.
David wrote seventy-three psalms, praising God. I often think of both David and Joseph, of
the Old Testament, both of whom had brothers and their own brothers did not
care much for them. Joseph's brothers
sold him into slavery and David was very much a pizza delivery boy to his
brothers, as they stood quivering on a mountain facing the giant Goliath. The great poet, Robert Louis Stevenson, said,
"Sooner or later a man must sit down to a basket full of
consequences." No one must remind
me of my flaws, I am just a sinner saved by grace. But, as Charles Shelton wrote in his book
"What Would Jesus Do", we cling on to Jesus' promises-God's
faithfulness by the very nail tips of our fingers.
I must remind myself everyday about my own emotional
climate: I must consider the baggage carried around by others: I must remember
the limit of life, the limitlessness of eternity. The genome of a man is very close to that of
a rat but the actions of most men are very much like those of a sheep. Look at the twenty-third Psalm as if you are
a sheep, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want." At the end of the road, it will just be a
relationship-conversation between me and Him, no one else, family-lawyer-preacher,
will be able to tilt the windmill.
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