Up and Out

Nine days ago I was working at the computer one night when I heard a strange scratching in the kitchen. It sounded like a giant mouse running around in a cabinet. When I went to investigate, I realized whatever it was was running around in the small cupboard above the stove. I didn’t dare open the door.

That cabinet had been a rodent residence before, until I got around to buying mouse poison. But knowing this one probably squeezed in through the fan vent made me hope he might depart the same way.

The next morning it was quiet, but I bought some D-Con poison to put in the cabinet anyway, just in case. The morning after that I checked the poison, and the industrial-sized rodent had returned, had eaten most of the cardboard boxes and also what was inside them.

I closed the door and decided to let nature take its course.

But night after night the scratching returned, 8 evenings in a row. This was one resistant mouse! Then yesterday morning I opened the cabinet and shrieked. Lying down, pressed between the cabinet door and my cookbooks, was a BIG something! In a nano-second I slammed the cabinet shut and wondered what it was! Surely it wasn’t a 9” long mouse! Maybe a rat?

I decided not to open the cabinet again, worrying he might fly out at my face and bite me with his poison-drenched teeth. But later when Mary came, we cracked it open to take a peek. He was still lying there but had changed his position.

Not knowing what to do, we did nothing. I rubberband-ed the cabinet closed, and we decided to sleep on it. When we carefully opened the door today, we got our first good look at him. A baby squirrel! I felt awful. Why would a baby squirrel be running around in winter weather?

He had died, but probably died happy. Three boxes of palette-pleasing poison were completely gone. No doubt he’d looked forward to his special end-of-the-day treat every evening.

“Well,” I said, searching for a silver lining, “at least he won’t have to struggle through a cold winter.”

Sometimes I think that same silver lining applies to people, too. God removes someone from this troubled world, taking them to heaven, and we wonder why a life was “cut short.” Could it be he wanted to spare them from a “cold winter?” That’s a question to which we’ll get an answer only in eternity.

I do know in Nate’s case that he’ll never have to struggle with the winter of old age or die in the cold reality of a long, drawn-out illness. Being spared of those is blessing indeed. But even better than that is his new life of “joy unspeakable and full of glory.” (1 Peter 1:8)

It’s already begun!

“Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come.” (Isaiah 57:1)

The “Why” Question, Part 2 of 2

Yesterday we “met” John Kunz, a pastor who died of cancer after only 3½ months of warning. When he received his diagnosis, of course he wasn’t happy about it. He prayed and hoped for healing, but he was also a realist. According to those closest to him, his faith in God never weakened, right to the end.

As he accepted his diagnosis, many others didn’t. Several asked the “why” question, and by way of online journaling, he tried to help them understand what he already knew to be true:

“If each of us did everything right our whole lives, we would still die, because we’re part of the human race. So you see, anyone who reads and believes Genesis 3 knows the answer to the question “why.” It’s because we’re part of the human race. Each of us will die of something, we just don’t know when or how. But we do know ‘why.’

This is what makes the message of Jesus so important. He left Heaven’s glory to come and be the cure for human sin. He came to replace death with life for everyone who believes. Jesus was marred by the power of sin, because God made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf. After He paid for our sins, He disarmed and will ultimately remove the power of sin totally and completely.

I remember the impact of this truth the first Christmas after Sue’s stroke. Our family was gathered around the Christmas tree. Sue was semi-conscious at a nursing facility. All the gifts had been handed out except one with no name on it, so the kids brought it to me.

I recognized it as the camera I’d purchased for Sue before the stroke. As I held that little package in my hand, I broke into tears for our loss.

But then the thought of “Christmas = Jesus” flooded my mind. We were celebrating the birth of the One who came to die in order to defeat the power that causes things like strokes. And I began to rejoice. Because of Jesus, Sue would one day be made whole, and that same truth sustains me now. The power that marred perfection will be replaced with perfection!

So you see the question isn’t ‘why.’ The better question is, ‘What am I going to do about it?’ Sue and I have been on a 27 year adventure figuring that out, and now we’re trying to figure it out in my situation.

When something bad happens in your life, don’t spend time trying to answer ‘why.’ Remember, the answer is that you are part of the human race. Focus your attention instead on what you’re going to do about it, and you’ll know the peace, comfort and guiding presence of the Person of God.”

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/kunzjohn

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“God made Christ, who never sinned, to be the offering for our sin, so that we could be made right with God through Christ.” (2 Corinthians 5:21)

 

The “Why” Question, Part 1 of 2

When serious troubles enter our lives, the human tendency is to say, “This isn’t fair.” From childhood on, we crave equality, and when tragedy strikes one person but not another, it doesn’t feel right. Even if we don’t say it out loud, our brains reverberate with the words, “No fair!”

As we finally come to terms with our disease, disability, abandonment, or other calamity, the next question is, “Why me?” Searching for reasons on which to hang our difficulties is part of human logic attempting to order of chaos. The only problem is, when bad things happen to good people, logic has very little to do with it.

Through the wonders of cyberspace, I “met” a man who was double-struck with tragedy, a pastor, a thinker, and a good writer. (He’s the father of Jennifer, who’s married to Aaron, who’s the son of my cousin Gloria.) The pastor’s name is John Kunz, and never to have met him is my loss.

John’s first crisis came when his wife, Sue, had a major stroke, debilitating her in all categories and rearranging their family permanently. When the stroke hit, their children were ages 9, 6, 4 and 2, so these youngsters grew up in a home revolving around their disabled mom. John cared for Sue with joy and love for the next 27 years until the second crisis hit, his own terminal cancer. Acceptance of his failing health was complicated by him knowing he wouldn’t “finish the adventure” with his beloved wife.

As for asking “why,” here are his comments, written near the time of his diagnosis:

“When Sue’s stroke happened nearly 27 years ago, a lot of folks asked ‘why.’ Some are again asking the ‘why’ question in connection with my current diagnosis. Here’s my answer.

There’s a power in the universe so strong it has the ability to mar perfection. It’s called sin. Once this power was unleashed, it threw ‘cosmic dust’ all over the throne room of God, all over the Person of the Godhead, and all over His creation. Imperfection marred perfection. This is Genesis 3.

When Adam and Eve disobeyed God and ate of the forbidden tree, they introduced death into our experience. Some may want to debate what ‘death’ means, but I know it’s the opposite of the ‘life’ God intended for humanity. Everybody dies, and so will each of us. The power/principle of sin is no respecter of persons. It has its grimy hooks in everyone.

So, ‘why’ did this (or that) happen to…..?”

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[His answer and what to do about it, tomorrow.]

“With eager hope, the creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay. For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” (Romans 8:21-22)