Safely Stuck? 03 May
There’s a post doing the rounds on Facebook that reads,
“You’re not stuck at home, you’re safe at home!”
Like so many such posts at the moment, it’s designed to be motivational. And, for me, it’s hectoring and patronising. A pandemic, like any other crisis, is not experienced in the same way by everybody. Or I think by any two people.
I am indeed safe at home, and I thank God for it. I’m “stuck” with my wife, who is also my best friend. I’m healthy in body and mind. The weather has so far been good, and I’m not on the kind of “double-lockdown” that so many other people are because of health reasons. We can get supplies, and because we’re in this area we’ve got access to woodlands and walks, currently bedecked with bluebells and lambs, and serenaded by beautiful birdsong which we can now hear so well because of the lack of traffic. And the times in between, we’ve got a garden and plenty of other things to do.
(It’s not all a bed of roses. As the owner of a small business that deals in people contact, I’m currently earning no money whatsoever).
But I have friends – old and very young – instructed to stay completely within the confines of their homes. With a bitter irony these are often the most outdoor-loving people I know. Some are ministers whose greatest love in life is getting out among their parishioners and making face-to-face contact. Many people live in high-rise homes and highly populated city areas where 'real' isolation means staying in. And that’s to say nothing of those – all over the world – who have no home in which to be either safe or stuck.
I have friends too who have issues with stress, anxiety and depression. Last week I presided at the funeral of a family member who had died in a nursing home of COVID-19. Of all his extended family and friends, we could only have five at the service, and they were sitting far apart in the pews. And then going to their respective homes to be isolated again.
And then there are countless numbers who I don’t know who are locked down with people who are physically or emotionally abusive to them.
So actually a lot of people are stuck at home thank you, and the shared post is a slap in the face to them, not a motivational statement.
Someone I spoke to recently has lost their partner. Not to Corona, it was before that, but close enough for the grief and isolation to be endured at the same time. They confided in me that they felt deeply angry with God, and then guilty for being angry with God.
If that chimes with your own experience then please don’t feel guilty. It’s really OK to be angry with God.
If you don’t believe me go and look at the bible. Start by looking at the opening lines to the Psalms. For every cry of joy at God’s goodness there’s at least one cry of anguish directed straight at God. Loads of ‘em! Perhaps the best known to Christians is Psalm 22, its opening words shouted by Jesus from the cross. “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”
Lots more too throughout the Old Testament. The prophets are a great source, but if you want my favourite go to the second half of Jeremiah 20. That’s a belter! Seriously you can hear the thud of the teddy bear hitting the floor as it’s thrown out of the pram!
Then there’s a lovely moment in the new testament when Jesus arrives at a home in mourning for the deceased Lazarus. Martha comes out with an amazing statement. She believes that Jesus is the Messiah, the anointed one (she’s got this before most of the disciples – but I digress). But this is batted almost casually to one side, because her real question is “where the heck were you when my family needed you?”
It’s precisely because God chose to come and be with us in the person of Jesus that we know that he knows how we feel. He’s been through everything we have and will, and much worse than some of us will ever suffer. Certainly he knows about loss and isolation. He knows about anger too. Just ask the money changers in the temple, they’ll tell you.
God’s love for you and for me is infinite, and he really wants you to tell him how you feel. Take your anger to him like the psalmists and the prophets and Martha. Or get angry with him. I truly believe he can cope, and that he’ll take it from you.
And trust. Please trust God to hear and answer your prayers. He is unfailing. Go back and see how many of those Psalms that open in anguish end in praise. Look at the last Psalm, 150, and how the writer bursting with joy tells us to grab whatever we can pluck or bang and praise God with it! Notice that there are 32 more chapters of Jeremiah after his rant detailing his continued journey. See Martha’s joy and wonder as Lazarus walks from the tomb. Most of all see the triumph of Easter morning, a mere two nights after Jesus’ cry of desolation.
This will pass. Share your anger with God by all means but know that he has control over how the story ends, and that he wants the best for you.
That through many dangers, toils and snares, he will lead you safely home.
God bless. Keep safe.
PS: If you’re a visitor to this site and you don’t believe in God then I hope this still gives you some comfort. Can I make a suggestion? Even if you don’t believe in God- or you’re not sure, why not tell him about your anger anyway? What’s the worst that can happen? If he doesn’t exist and I’m wrong (I’m not) then at least you will have vented your feelings out loud. I’m not a psychiatrist or psychologist, but I’m led to understand that this can be therapeutic. I yell at electrical gadgets. Feels good sometimes.
PPS: If by following my PS you find you have questions or want to talk, let me know.
Music recommendation: It’s secular, not Christian, but George Harrison’s wonderful “All Things Must Pass” is one I find massively lifting. Any version will do, but if you can YouTube the “Concert for George” version with crowds of virtuosi on stage, then you are thrice blessed.
The Great Escape – or Not
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was an earthquake, so violent that the foundations of the prison were shaken; and immediately all the doors were opened and everyone’s chains were unfastened. When the jailer woke up and saw the prison doors wide open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself, since he supposed that the prisoners had escaped. But Paul shouted in a loud voice, “Do not harm yourself, for we are all here.” The jailer[a] called for lights, and rushing in, he fell down trembling before Paul and Silas. Then he brought them outside and said, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” They answered, “Believe on the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.” They spoke the word of the Lord[b] to him and to all who were in his house. At the same hour of the night he took them and washed their wounds; then he and his entire family were baptized without delay. He brought them up into the house and set food before them; and he and his entire household rejoiced that he had become a believer in God.
Each time we come to a familiar passage in scripture it can open up to us in a new way. This is why we call scripture the living or active word of God. It speaks to us according to what we need to hear when we need to hear it. This passage was in my audio reflection on Tuesday.
God’s miraculous interventions have the same character. Not just for show, but targeted, thought out and executed for the people involved and their circumstances. And not always for the people we expect. Not always for the billed “stars” of the story like Paul and Silas. For me this week, this story isn’t about them. It’s about an un-named public servant – a jailer – and his family.
This is not a story of an escape. Not for the apostles anyway. God can do that if he wants to, it’s no problem. Have a look at Acts 12.6-19 for confirmation. But this time it seems God didn’t want them out, he needed them to serve where they were. Oh I reckon they could have escaped. In the face of an unexplained earthquake, breaking of iron chains and opening of locked doors, who would dare to stop them? Not the jailer. He’s already decided to avoid the dreadful punishment of his masters by ending his own life quickly and cleanly, and with some honour.
But no. the apostles stay where they are and tell the jailer not to do anything hasty. He hasn’t failed. All of his charges are still here thank you.
In the face of this miracle apparently he sees God’s hand at work, and asks what he must do to be saved. As my commentary said, the jailer recognised that his freedom was to be found on the other side of the prison bars. With the prisoners.
As soon as he recognises this, his attitude and behaviour change as well. His thoughts are now for others before himself. He washes the disciples’ wounds – himself. Just let that sink in a moment. It’s an act of kindness, love and concern. It may be an act of repentance as well. He may have delivered those wounds, or ordered their delivery. Either way he was part of a system that did.
And then he and all his household were baptised.
So many things to learn for today here.
So, not a great escape then for the apostles. But for the jailer and his family, certainly. Whatever else we can take from this story at this time, amidst the fear and anxiety of the apostles’ predicament, it sure shows what God can achieve in a lock down. If we let him.
Below are songs from Ian and then another message........
From Ian - a song of his own composition; March 31st
July 2nd; Another song from Ian
A thought from Ian - June 25th
Matthew 7.21, 24-27
This familiar passage popped up in my Pray as you Go this morning, and like so many familiar passages during the current crisis struck me in a fresh way.
If you are of a similar vintage to me, you will now have a song in your head that you learnt at Sunday school or its equivalent. “The wise man built his house upon the rock….”, and you’ll probably have it for the rest of the day.
You may remember the actions, and the childish glee with which we’d sing “..and the house on the sand fell FLAT!” clapping our hands together to emphasise our schadenfreude at this unfortunate man’s comeuppance for his stupidity. In more mature terms, the old translation of the bible has “…and great was the fall thereof”.
Misfortune calls on all of us at different times. In extremes it feels like everything that we built on, everything that we set our faith on, has come crashing down and there’s nothing left. It often comes to us through no fault of our own. To put it politely, poo happens. It doesn’t make it any better that it isn’t our fault.
But in the phrase “great was the fall thereof” is the greatest tragedy of the second man’s story. Watching as everything he’d built, everything he’d set his trust in, had crashed irrevocably to dust.
And the greatest wailing was that he knew it was his fault. Before a hole was dug, before a stone was laid, he’d chosen the wrong place to build. The wrong foundation. And it had cost him everything. And it needn’t have.
Gloomy isn’t it? What hope is there then if we start from the wrong place?
Rev Paul reminded us in last Sunday’s address that we walk with the God of “the second, third and fourth chance”. And in that knowledge lies our hope and our joy.
While we have breath, it’s never too late. However shaky and dubious are the foundations on which we’ve started, however close to collapse the edifice we’ve erected, we can start again. By the grace of God, and through the sacrifice of his Son, Jesus Christ. That’s what repentance means. Not just saying sorry but starting again. Turning round. Making a different decision.
If we make God the foundation for whatever we start, he will provide all that we need. And he will be the builder too. Every structure will be unique in shape and purpose. The structures will get marred along the way by the catalogue of mistakes that we make, because we’re only human, and we’ll foul up.
But there is nothing so bad, so shaky – and I mean nothing – that the Creator of the universe can’t deal with and put right.
And ultimately, when storms come, even when the final storm comes, nothing can wash away what God has built. Our life is eternal in him.
Holy Spirit we Welcome You. Ian Price with pictures from Holmesfield Wood
A Martyn Joseph Song......."He Never Said"; Sunday 31st May