Thursday, November 22, 2012

Finding Joy in the Journey

Those of us who are parents can easily recall the days when we took the family vacations or even just extended trips in the family car.  About half way there [when it was just as far to turn around and go back as it was to keep going forward] we would often think to ourselves ...WHAT WAS I THINKING TO ATTEMPT SUCH A TRIP?!?  What was originally meant to be a joyous time of togetherness had suddenly turned into _________.  You fill in the blank ... I’ll just call it ... THEOLOGY LAB.

When I was a kid our family seldom attempted such trips ... that had long been a pet peeve of mine ... everyone elses families took family vacations, but not mine ... now I just wonder if my dad wasnt that much wiser than most.  When we were very little kids and living in Amarillo, TX we belonged to a flying club ... much like boat clubs of today, except with planes.  We did travel pretty far and wide in those days ... I just dont remember much of it.  What I do remember is how Dad kept order in the plane ... if either Sheryl or I would get out of control, Dad would simply turn the plane upside down and instantly terror set in and we became either mute [me] or hysterical [Sheryl].  And order was quickly restored.  Eventually even the threat of inverted flying was enough to silence the plane.  Sadly, I have yet to find the car-equivalent condition when hauling our large family around ... whether it be out to Oklahoma or up to Maine or even Minnesota.

Yes, a day with a car full of kids will teach us a lot about God.  And that analogy I think holds when it comes to our spiritual journeys.  God is, even now, transporting us from our home here on earth to His in heaven.  And just like our long trips in the car, some of lifes stormiest hours occur when the passengers and the Driver disagree on the destination ... or at least the best way to get there.

A journey is a journey, whether the destination be the Thanksgiving table or the heavenly one.  Both demand patience, a good sense of direction [or at least an accurate GPS device], and a driver who knows the end of the trip is worth the hassles involved in getting there.  As I consider what all we encountered say on our trip to and from Minnesota to Tallahassee via Chicago by Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Alabama then home via my old hometown of Keokuk, Iowa and St. Louis, Missouri, I now realize that our old Ford Expedition had become basically a classroom.  We were doing what God had done for centuries; encouraging travelers who would rather rest and play than ride.

Some similarities that I noted in the journeys:

In order to reach the destination, we have to say no to some requests.

Can you imagine the outcome if we  as parents honored each request each of our children made during a trip?  We would inch our bloated bellies from one ice cream store to the next.  Our priority would be popcorn, candy and boiled peanuts and our itinerary would read like a fast food menu.  Go to the chocolate malt and make a right.  Head north until you find the Chili Cheeseburger.  Stay north for 1,300 calories then bear right at the Pizza Hut.  When you see the two-for-one Froyo, take the Alka-Seltzer Turnpike east for five Circle K stores ...

Can you imagine the chaos if we as parents indulged every indulgence?  Now can you imagine the chaos if God indulged each of ours?  Sadly, NO is a necessary word to take on such trips.  Destination has to reign over Dairy Queen sundaes.

For God has not destined us to the terrors of judgment, but to the full attainment of salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.  1 Thessalonians 5:9

Note Gods destiny for our lives ... SALVATION.  Gods overarching desire is that we reach that destiny.  His itinerary includes stops that encourage us on our journey.  He frowns on stops that deter us.  When His sovereign plan and our earthly plans collide, a decision must be made.  Who is ultimately in charge of this journey?  If God must choose between our earthly satisfaction and our heavenly salvation, which do you hope He chooses?  Yeah, me too!

When I am in the drivers seat as the father of my children, I remember that I am in charge.  But when I am in the passengers seat as a child of my Father, I forget that Hes in charge.  I forget that God is more concerned with my destiny than my belly [though my belly is pretty ample these days].  And I complain when He says no.

The requests our children made on that long road to and from northern Minnesota werent evil.  They werent unfair.  They werent rebellious.  In fact, we did stop many times along the way, including for a protracted time in Minneapolis and probably stayed too long at the Mall of America.  But most of the requests were unnecessary.  My kids might argue the fact because to them another frozen yogurt is indispensable to their happiness.  I know otherwise, however, and say no.

A forty-five year-old adult might also argue the fact.  From my standpoint, moving to  Colorado or perhaps back to Hawaii was indispensable to my happiness.  God knew otherwise and said no.

A forty-eight year old woman may decide to hang up the red pen and call it a teaching career.  For her having more time to spend at home and with friends and family might exactly be what she needed to be happy.  Her Father, who is more concerned that she arrive at His City than on the couch, says Wait a few miles.  There is a better option down the road.  Wait! she protests.  How long do I have to wait?

Which takes us to the second similarity between the two journeys.

Children have no concept of minutes or miles.

We will be there in three hours, I said.  How long is three hours? Ariel would pipe in.  How do you explain time to a child who cant tell time anyway?

Well it is about as long as three Sesame Street shows. I ventured.  The kids groan in   unison.  Three Sesame Street shows?  Thats forever!  And to them, it is.  And to us, it seems that way too. 

"He who lives forever [Is. 57:15] has placed himself at the head of a band of pilgrims who mutter, How long, O Lord?  How long? [Ps. 74:10; 89:46].

How long must I endure this sickness?  How long must I endure this spouse?  How long must I endure these measly paychecks?  Do we really want God to answer?  He could answer in terms of the here and now with time increments that we know.  "Two more years on the illness."  "The rest of your life in the marriage."  Ten more years in the low paying job." 

But He seldom does that.  He usually opts to measure the here and now against the there and then.  And when we compare this life to that life, this life isn't that long.

"Our days on earth are like a shadow."  1 Chronicles 29:15

"Each man's life is but a breath."  Psalm 39:5

You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."  James 4:14

"As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower in the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more."  Psalm 103:15, 16

"It is a short journey," I offer to the kids.  "We're almost there."  I know.  I have been this way before.  I have driven this road.  I have covered this territory.  For me, it is no challenge.  Ah, but for the kids, it is eternal.

So I try another approach.  "Just think how good it will be," I depict.  "That mall is so large, it has an amusement park inside it.  One with a roller coaster even.  And our friends live right on a lake.  So you can swim anytime you want.  And they even have a boat."

But they still groan.  And that takes us to the third similarity.

Children cannot appropriately envision the reward.

For me, two days on the road is a small price to pay to see the sights of Chicago and Minneapolis.  I don't mind the drive because I know the reward.  I had three decades of such trips under my belt.  As I drive, I can almost hear Toms and Kion's voices.  Feel the spray of the water on my face as we ride in the boat.  I can endure the journey because I know the destiny.   My kids didn't really comprehend the destiny.  After all, they were very young.  Kids easily forget and it was more abstract than real to them as they had never been to a mall with an amusement park inside it.  Besides, the road was strange and  once it got dark they couldn't even see where we were going.  It was my job as their father to guide them.  I try to help them see what they can't really see.  I remind them of the roller coaster.  I tell them the mall is so big that it has three Gap stores.  There is even a cereal store.  And it seems to work.  Their grumbling decreases as their vision grows -- as their destiny unfolds.

Perhaps that is how the apostle Paul stayed motivated.  He had a sharp vision of the reward.

"Therefore we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  2 Corinthians 4:16-18

It is not easy to get four kids under twelve to see a city they can't see.  But it is necessary.  One line in this passage in 2 Corinthians always gives me pause, "our light and momentary troubles."  I would not have referred to them as such if I were the apostle Paul.  Hear what he called light and momentary and I think you'll agree:  imprisoned; beaten with a whip five times at 39 lashes each; faced death; beaten with rods three times; stoned once; shipwrecked three times; stranded in the open sea; left homeless; in constant danger; hungry and thirsty.  2 Corinthians 11:23-27

Long and trying ordeals maybe.  Arduous and deadly difficulties, okay.  But light and momentary troubles?  Really?!?  How could Paul describe a life of trials with that phrase?  He tells us.  He could see an eternal weight of glory that far outweighed them all.

Can I speak candidly for a bit?  For some in this room, the journey has been long.  Actually very long, dark and quite stormy.  In no way do I want to minimize what you have gone through.  For both Curtis and Cathy parts are almost indescribably painful ... except that they keep bubbling back up to the surface.  And it is easy to grow weary.  It can be hard to find the City in the midst of the storms.  The desire to pull over to the side of the road and get out can be enticing.  You want to go on, but some days the road just seems too long.  Let me encourage you with one final parallel in your life's journey and the one I have been describing to Minnesota.

It is worth it. 

Once we arrived, no spoke of the long trip to get here.  No one mentioned the requests I didn't honor.  No nor grumbled about my foot being on the accelerator when their hearts were focused on banana splits.  No one complained about the late hour of arrival.  That is what Paul means.  God never said the journey would be easy and, in fact, none other than Jesus basically promised it would not be.  But he did say the arrival would be worthwhile.

Remember this:  God may not do what you want, but He will do what is right ... and best.  He is the Father of forward motion.  Trust Him.  He will get you home.  And the trials of the trip will be lost in the joys of the feast.

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