For Mother's Day this year, we decided to take our mom for a walk down
the Niagara River Gorge. It was fun going up and down over the myriads
of boulders as we followed the path of the Niagara River, and to my
complete delight, the walk offered hundreds of perfect photo
opportunities.
But everything was not completely perfect...
You see, I tend to get caught up in picture-perfect moments, and I
often drag behind the dynamic trekkers that make up the rest of my
family. Naturally they tend to worry about me, and as soon as they see I
have my camera to my eye, cries of "Kodak moment!" Fill the air and
everyone halts. But there are times when they don't realize I have
fallen behind, and sometimes I lose sight of them completely. So I speed
up to try and catch up. Unfortunately it's when I hurry that I become
much more likely to trip, and that's what happened that fateful Mother's
Day alongside the Niagara River. And not just once, but twice!
The second time was the most embarrassing and also the most painful.
Especially when my right elbow made hard contact with a boulder. Ouch!
But what hurt even more was that my entire family were witness to this
event...
Being the loving family that they are, they came running
to help. But I would have none of it. I shooed them away: "I am fine!
Really I am! Go on ahead! I'll be right there."
But it seemed I
was speaking a foreign language, for none of them showed any signs of
comprehending my words. In fact, nothing I said or did would make them
do anything other than stand there looking the more and more horrified!
Reality was, I wanted to be left alone. I didn't want any help. I
wanted to suffer in silence!
That's when I realized how childish
I was acting.
But how is someone supposed to act when they find
themselves on all fours with their athletic family watching?
Isn't it true that we, as humans, tend to become discouraged easily, and
when calamity strikes, we often insist on being left alone? It isn't
much different from what I experienced in the Niagara River Gorge.
Except that many remain discouraged for days, even weeks or months. It's
during these times that we become infective, and for whatever reason,
during these times God's work usually becomes completely neglected. We
become defeated by our own discouragement.
That day in the
Niagara River Gorge, I decided to shake off my ineffective misery. I
stood up and thanked my family for caring, and then continued down the
trail. After all, I was created not to be defeated, but to shine! I sure
can't shine on all fours!
The Israelites experienced something
quite similar to my latest embarrassing moment. They faced dire calamity
when the Philistines defeated their army and captured the Ark of God.
Miraculously it was returned to them (See The Doubters. Facing
unimaginable Odds Series, part 12). This touched them deeply: "Then all
the people of Israel turned back to the LORD." (1 Samuel 7:2b, NIV2)
And so they assembled in Mizpah, confessing their sins and longing
to getting closer to God. Whenever we turn to God we can be assured that
the evil one will do anything to discourage us. It was no different with
Israel: "When the Philistines heard that Israel had assembled at Mizpah,
the rulers of the Philistines came up to attack them." (1 Samuel 7:7a,
NIV2)
In such circumstances we either crumble, or we stand firm
in our faith. Our first tendency though is to worry: "When the
Israelites heard of it, they were afraid because of the Philistines." (1
Samuel 7:7b, NIV2). Hadn't the Israelites been defeated by the
Philistines the last time?
Frightened beyond comprehension, the
Israelites decided that this time they would rely on God alone: "Do not
stop crying out to the LORD our God for us, that he may rescue us from
the hand of the Philistines." (1 Samuel 7:8, NIV2).
What happens
when we depend on our Father instead of letting ourselves being
discouraged?
"That day the LORD thundered with loud thunder
against the Philistines and threw them into such a panic that they were
routed before the Israelites." (1 Samuel 7:10b, NIV2). The Philistines
were defeated, not by human power, but by God Himself! This battle of
the Lord was so significant that "Throughout Samuel's lifetime, the hand
of the LORD was against the Philistines." (1 Samuel 7:13b, NIV2)
Every day we need to decide who we will depend on: Our fears that will
render us ineffective? Or on our Father who gives us victory?
The
answer seems clear now. However when adversity hits us, when we suddenly
find ourselves down on all fours, who will we truly depend on? Only by
focusing daily on our relationship with our Father will we be able to
stand firm. He is our victory!
Rob Chaffart