“I look to the Bible and I see no promises of life without hardship; really the opposite. I see that fairness is not promised anywhere.”
Several years ago, while I was in high school, a girl who had grown up in my church came back to visit after living in Honduras for a couple years. Membership within the church had been in decline since the adoption of new amendments to the constitution of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America, of which my church was a member. This girl (I suppose woman is more appropriate), Katie, was giving the sermon that particular Sunday. Having grown up in the church, everyone knew her. She was tall, blonde, strong-willed, and God-fearing. She was also super nice, so it’s hard to forget her.
Katie’s sermon that Sunday was about hardships, trials, and tribulations. To be honest, I heard what her opening theme was and I pretty quickly tuned out. Duh, of course God will make life hard for us, He wants us to trust Him, I thought to myself. As a high school student, it was pretty easy to say something like that; I had my mom and uncle and grandma to take care of all the really hard stuff for me. I just had to wake up, go to school, play soccer, eat, do schoolwork, and sleep (although that last one was/is optional). With such an easy routine, the hardest things I ever experienced were being late to things and doing poorly on tests.
However, I never really tried to grow spiritually in high school. I was content with what I had. I figured that as long as I had faith, I would be okay. I was totally fine with not challenging my faith, and shirking away from opportunities to do so was common for me. “Steven, what’s your opinion on homosexuality?” My response? “You guys are dumb for talking about this. How’d you do on….” “People who believe in God are dumb. No offense Steven.” Again, “Hey, none taken, haha.” The numerous times when I had a chance to engage someone in an honest discussion about Christ, my faith, or being human, I just danced around it, always waiting to be “saved by the bell”.
Although I didn’t really pay much attention to Katie that Sunday, I think I have a pretty good idea about what she was talking about. Jesus’ life was not full of certainty, it was not easy, and it was not what anybody truly wants to go through. Mocked, tortured, sacrificed. Following Jesus the Christ doesn’t mean we get to choose to enjoy just the rewards that God promises. It doesn’t mean life will be easy. It doesn’t mean that we’ll make it to be 70 or 80 or 90. It means we have to make sacrifices of our own. It means we have to endure broken friendships, kids, corrupt politics, economic hardships, and war. In the midst of all this, we have God’s promise that our names are written in the book of Life. However, that doesn’t mean that screaming at the top of our lungs, crying our eyes out, or punching a pillow every now and again are out of the question. Many of the psalms found in the Old Testament are the cries of pain, loss, and suffering. Even people such as David, Jonah, Nehemiah, and Joshua encountered rough times. They turned out okay though.
I guess my point in writing this is that for all the blessings in our lives, the people and the things, we can never be too grateful. I consider it a blessing when someone who I considered to be strong in their faith asks me a question about God; it shows that I don’t have to try and appear strong. It’s a blessing when three of my friends all need to talk to me in the same night about something extremely important, and I have to choose one. These aren’t blessings because they make me feel good or they show that I’m a good Christian. These are blessings because I am challenged in my faith, and I can see that life is not worth living without hardship. As a human, I tend to avoid conflict; I would prefer a peaceful and rather uneventful life, with friends and family. But as a son of God, I engage conflict and tension and hardship, because I know that Jesus’ glory is everlasting and can be found in the deepest hollows of pain, the highest mountains of frustration, and the endless stormy seas of despair. That is His promise. So yes, pray that God will give you strength to endure, to fight back, to become strong enough to persevere. But even more I urge you to pray for more Jesus in these situations. Be angry at Him, scream at Him, worship Him, call upon Him, rest in Him, and Live in Him. Steven 3, Dragons 0. And of course, I’m only winning because God has already won.
“God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.”