Thursday, October 08, 2015
God Is In The Fire
And the words get stuck in my throat--GOD IS IN THE FIRE. The tears gathered, leaking out. My words catch as I speak them. But I am certain God wants me to know this, as much as He wants these little ones to know the story of His faithfulness. He wants me to know the story of His faithfulness in my life.
GOD IS IN THE FIRE.
I have been in the fire the last few weeks. It has been hard. I have felt every insecurity, every doubt from the very beginnings of my life, each one creeping up with the taunting audacity to suggest that doubt and insecurity can never really go away. The lies have felt so true, the ones that suggest my life doesn't matter, my brokenness cannot be mended, my truest self will only scare the people I love away.
One of my favorite songs from the 80's is Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire." It's true, the fire is the tool of the enemy sent to destroy--to steal, kill, and destroy. It was true when the enemy prompted Nebuchadnezzar to heat up the furnace and it is true now every time the enemy causes or piggybacks on misfortune, whispering lies to the vulnerable heart, keeping his prey defeated, discouraged, and despairing.
God doesn't cause the fire. But God is faithful to meet us there.
I'm thinking of people I know who are surviving difficulties that are hard to imagine and explain. Grief that rends hearts with the velocity of hurricane force winds. Tenuous circumstances that isolate. Unwieldy messes that seem impossible. I peek into difficulties other than my own. I tremble to speak the truth even there, but I know it is still true. God is faithful to meet us in the fire. If we are courageous enough to seek Him, to not allow the lie of the enemy to deter us, we will find Him. He will walk with us through the fire. He often does not keep us from the flames, but He finds a way to keep us within them. And He is faithful in finding a way to lead us out of them too.
He has been keeping me.
A dear friend of mine likes to remind me that the only things burned in the fiery furnace were the ropes that bound the Hebrew children. I also know that the Hebrew children were willing to face the fire regardless of whether God saved them or not. It was worth it to them to worship God only. Either way, they found freedom in the fire.
Through the years I have found it too. God has used the fires in my life to set me free, to show me that He alone is worthy of my heart's trust. Anything else will destroy me. But resting in Him, even when I feel everything consumed around me and within me, I come out on the other side sturdier, purified of things I couldn't get out of my system any other way.
I don't mean to glorify the fires in our lives. And don't go looking for them! Just like I said to the smallest of the smalls in my care that day in chapel, fire burns; it is dangerous! Do not touch it! But any encounter I have had with God in the fire has changed me. Not necessarily the fire itself, but the encounter with God. It's like I don't have the energy left to protect myself from God anymore. I'm more willing to be clay in His hands. I'm desperate even for the help only He can give. And that help changes everything. His help changes me. I would never choose to walk through fire. But I treasure every gift of God's touch that the fire afforded.
So I guess this is my way of saying we don't have to face the hard things alone. God is with us. Especially where no one else can be. And God's power in a surrendered life can do amazing and remarkable things. Let us encourage one another with this truth.