Sunday, October 25, 2015

Bird and Stone

I have cried every day for over a year.  Every quiet time, every women’s prayer meeting, every church service, driving in the car, sitting in my office, walking across campus between classes.  Suffice it to say, the subject of my sorrow is a “big waily deal.”  And I have been the big wailer. 
The poet of Psalm 119 was no stranger to depression.  He says, “I am laid low in the dust… My soul is weary with sorrow” (v. 25, 28) and again, “I have suffered much… Look upon my suffering and deliver me” (v. 107, 153).  Often, despite relentless prayers, we fail to see any response from God.  How can He be so slow? “My soul faints with longing for your salvation… My eyes fail, looking for your promise… HOW LONG MUST YOUR SERVANT WAIT???” (81, 82, 84, caps and extra punctuation added).

The Apostle Peter tells us that God “is NOT slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.”  (2 Pet. 3:9, caps added).  What appears to be slowness is actually God’s patience.  Grief must do its work in our hearts.  Jesus said, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” (Matt. 5:4).  The psalmist also holds up the promise of an end to mourning:  “May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.” (76).   

I readily admit that grief has been good for my prayer life; it forces me to seek God as the source of all comfort.  In fact, the psalmist writes this hum-dinger:  “It was good for me to be afflicted, so that I might learn your decrees.”  (v. 71).  Good?  Good??  GOOD???  Yet, even as I shout “No!” -- I can see God bending my proud heart toward his holy and mysterious will.   I can feel him stretching my compassion for brothers and sisters in hurt.  “I know, O Lord, that your laws are righteous, and in faithfulness you have afflicted me.”  (75).  Is it YOU, Lord?  Are YOU behind this terrible affliction?  And can it truly be a sign of Your “faithfulness”?
This past week it hit me that I have been in mourning (duh).  And it also hit me that this severe grief must somehow end, if I am to embrace the life God has given to me.  As the wise man of Ecclesiastes said, “There is a time for everything…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance” (Ecc. 3:1,4).  We remember the command to “Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again: Rejoice!”  (Phil. 4:4).  And… we feel guilty. 

My dear friend texted me, “PleaSe please please don’t feel you need to apologize to me [for wailing].  I haven’t been through this exact thing but I definitely know that juxtaposition of having a stone in your heart, sometimes right next to a flying bird.  Joy and horror.”  I liked her analogy so much.  Half of our heart wants to fly, knows it needs to fly, but the other half sinks solidly into the mud.  The tension threatens to shred our fragile faith.
The psalmist has somehow made peace with the bird and the stone.  (It is a very long psalm, after all).  Relentless wailing and relentless rejoicing, one after the other, down through the alphabet.

·         “I rejoice in following your statutes as one rejoices in great riches… Your statutes are my delight… I rejoice in your promise like one who finds great spoil” (14, 24, 162).

·         “I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free… I will walk about in freedom, for I have sought out your precepts.” (32, 45).

·         “…for I delight in your commands because I love them.  I lift up my hands to your commands, which I love…” (47).

·         “Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous laws.  Great peace have they who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble.” (164-65).
Rejoicing, riches, delight, freedom, love, praise, peace.  All in the context of God’s statutes, promises, commands, precepts and laws.  Affliction draws us back to God’s law, which is our salvation, and our joy.  On this rainy Sunday, I am praying with the psalmist:  “May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.”  (76).  May you also find comfort in your afflictions.