
I’ve never been one who “hears a voice from God.” I have always envied those people who tell stories of their amazing prayer life where the Lord spoke to them in a dream and they just picked up their family and moved to Tulsa. But my interaction with God has been a cross between “gut feelings” and following the river in front of me. I have always felt that if I stay close to God -then he will always lead me.
This leads me to my next story…
Sometime last year when we were back in our house, I was upstairs and in bed for the night and reading a book when my wife came in late with a smile on her face, “I think I found it” she exclaimed.
“Found what?”
“The church where you’re going to work.”
Now, let me freeze frame her smile and say something… this is what I am talking about… those “feelings” people get that they are so confident that they can tell someone else. It’s like when people say that they saw their future husband and they “just knew” and then leaned over to tell their girlfriends, “I’m going to marry that man.” The story is then told by the maid of honor at the wedding and everyone smiles and hits their glasses with spoons….
But what about the predictions that don’t come true? I am sure someone has leaned over to their friend, said they were they were going to marry the glowing stranger, … and then it didn’t happen. Nobody remembers those stories because they don’t come true. You never hear at a wedding, “You don’t know how many times Steve leaned over to me and said he was going to marry ‘some girl’ or another and it never happened.. not until Stacey.”
That would be a terrible story. It ends in Stacey crying in her wedding dress and Steve punching his best man in the shoulder.
Oh sorry, I left my wife frozen didn’t I?
I was surprised my wife was so confident and I was beginning to feel like I was hitting my head against a wall applying to jobs and then being rejected… so I got excited…
“What – where? Where did you find it?”
“I left the browser open for you downstairs,” she was folding laundry I think, “but it’s a little church in your home town and they look nice.”
Turns out it was a little church back in my home town (just like she said) and the next morning when I went through their church profile – they did look nice (just like she said); and my excitement grew. Could my wife be right? Could this be “the one?” It certainly would make a good story. So naturally you begin to do what you do in situations like this; you pray.
I was praying all of the time. Every day I took my son for a walk to either put him to sleep or take him to the park, I was praying… praying my guts out. I can’t explain it better than that, but do you remember when you were a kid? Whatever you did with all of your being was described as doing it with your “guts out.” When we ran to school we “ran our guts out.” That’s what it was like. It was all my energy and all my focus.
And then when I wasn’t praying my guts out; I was planning. I was literally day dreaming about the church and mapping out what my next steps would be. Probably the only thing I didn’t do was go down to the Home Depot and grab paint swatches. And the more each day passed, the more in depth my ideas became. I rehearsed what I would say to the search team, and I began thinking about my first sermon on candidate weekend. If there was a “zone,” I was in it.
Looking back I was probably a borderline “church stalker.”
I had relatives that lived near this little church and I sent them in on a reconnaissance mission one morning. They came back with a detailed report and gave me insight into the positives and negatives. I called the church secretary and asked when the search team met, so I could pray on those days. I contacted the denominational representative in the area and introduced myself, I even told him I’d be willing to drive the six hours just to meet him for lunch.
Months went by with no information.
I was going stir crazy, so my wife and I planned a trip to my hometown. It was a great idea; we could visit the family, my son could see his grandparents and my wife and I could scope out this little church for ourselves. I called the church secretary and let her know I was coming “just in case anyone from the search team wanted to meet me.”
Turns out they didn’t.
Nobody really knew we were coming, I met the church secretary and her family, but it was just a typical Sunday at a church we didn’t belong to. People politely shook our hands and smiled, but nobody really noticed us. We left that morning even more excited and more on fire for the little church, but looking back, the signs had been there that the river wasn’t flowing that direction and I was fighting against the current.
Up until that point I had always allowed the Spirit to guide me in a natural fashion. I didn’t give too much thought to my direction and I had simply followed the current of the river. But it seems with this little church that I was “trying too hard.” I had turned into the annoying guy who follows the girl around saying, “can’t you feel this connection?” While she is running away smiling politely.
I was acting on an “idea” that I had fabricated and to be fair, my wife had just found a church that she thought I would be interested in and as I got more “into it” she did also. It wasn’t her job to listen to the Lord for me. I was supposed to be learning patience, but instead I was fighting the current and trying to forge my own path.
Well, the good news is, I didn’t get a rejection letter. A few more months had gone by and I called the church office again and asked how the process was going, the church secretary acted more nervous than usual and indicated to me that they had indeed “found their man” …and it wasn’t me. She said I should receive a “thanks for trying” letter soon, but I never did. The little church hadn’t been a sign or a detour or anything, it was just another church in the long list of churches. The only thing that made it special or stand out, was my own wishing.
And I could get mad and say, “Why did you do that to me God? Why did you get my hopes up?” But the truth is – I did it to myself. I can’t actually say that I was being moved by God during this time.
The Bible talks a lot about trusting God, “Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding” (Proverbs 3:5) It also says that “He who trusts in himself is a fool. . .” (Proverbs 28:26). But that doesn’t seem to stop most of us from trying to blaze our own trail. There are so many accounts of men and women in the scriptures who were supposed to wait for a promise from the Lord, but instead took the initiative.
God promised Abraham and Sarah a son of their own bloodline. But it was over 20 years before this promise was fulfilled exactly the way that God had said. In the meantime, it was hard for them to trust God and they often tried their own paths to make the promised son come true (Genesis 15-17).
The truth is, we’re not good at waiting. We want what we want – and we want it now! It’s hard enough for me to wait for my order from Amazon even when I have a tracking number, so you can imagine how hard it is to wait for even bigger things like a career or a calling.
But this isn’t another chapter on patience or impatience. Rather it’s about discerning God’s will over our own. I can’t make my life happen any more than Abraham could “make a baby boy.” If Abraham and Sarah had just allowed the river to quietly move them down water, they would have arrived where God wanted them to. But instead they chose to fight the current and “make” God’s plan happen.
When we do that the only voice telling us to “act” is our own, so in the end the only one to blame is ourselves.
And if we don’t realize that – and take a really honest look back on our lives – we can end up feeling bitter towards God and resentful of his promises – when he didn’t actually do anything.
I also think that even when we create these side diversions, God doesn’t allow our energy to be wasted, nor does he allow the opportunity for learning to pass by. When we take the wrong stream or go through the wrong door, God still works through that and makes his will be done.
When Hagar and her son Ishmael are tossed out with the garbage, God stepped in and didn’t allow these two innocents to pay the price for Abraham and Sarah’s haste (Genesis 21). He even promises Hagar that he will make her son “into a great nation.” And that is ultimately the story of the entire bible – regardless of the human agent, God’s will is done.
So I am not worried that the opportunity will come and pass me by.
God isn’t going to kick the air and shout, “Oh you missed it!”
He knows how to move the river, he’s been doing it for thousands of years.
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