From better to worse?

My Michigan cottage has been undergoing a partial face lift recently, with disarray ongoing for 5 weeks now. Those of us who lean toward a disorganized mindset even when our surroundings are in order know that serious thinking becomes difficult if life’s backdrop is in shambles. But as is true of many of life’s improvements, things often get worse before they get better.

I remember that same phenomenon with some of our teens in their battles with acne. Although they’d leave the dermatologist’s office with a fistful of promising prescriptions, their faces always got worse before they got better.

In a less visible way, worst-first is also true in relationship counseling. During the early weeks, complaints and criticisms rise to the surface like cream from warm cow’s milk. But with time, the “better” begins to happen.

This worse-before-better phenomenon is unfolding on a massive scale all around us in our world. More wars, more natural disasters, more fractured families, more violent deaths. Might this mean things are on their way to getting better?

Only if God steps in.

Scripture describes our global situation to-a-T:

“When you hear of wars and rumors of wars, do not be alarmed. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. Brother will betray brother to death, and a father his child. Children will rebel against their parents. Such things must happen.” (Mark 13)

But why?

Because the devil is wreaking havoc among us. He couldn’t convince Jesus to commit even one tiny little sin in 33 years of trying, and he failed to dissuade him from enduring torture and death for our salvation. His time to work on Jesus has ended, but this wicked being still has the power to ruin lives through disease, abuse, poverty and countless other evils. He’s also able to tempt all of us relentlessly, and he works on it night and day.

Satan thrills to the possibility of keeping souls separated from God the Father, both in this life and the next. His greatest joy is to take people to permanent destruction, but we know God has the final say and will eventually come out on top. If we follow him, we’ll be on the victorious team.

Sometimes I wonder why the Lord doesn’t just end it all today. How bad will it have to get? He’s coming back to settle the score eventually and strip the devil of his power, so why is he waiting? Most likely it’s to allow as many as possible to believe in him and accept the salvation he offers. His desire is to see every soul come to him.

God knows that the upheaval and chaos around us is disturbing, but he urges us not to panic, reminding us that this “worse” will lead to the best “better” there ever was!

”Yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry.” (Hebrews 10:37)

Dog-gone-it.

Recently, while driving 75 mph on a crowded expressway, I saw an animal crouched in the grassy center-strip. As I got closer and whizzed by, I saw it was a dog, a Beagle.

He must have successfully crossed one set of lanes hoping to make it across the second. Poised to bolt, with his head forward, chin parallel to the ground and legs bent, he seemed to know what he was doing. I’ll never know if he made it.

Today, again on an expressway, I saw a furry lump ahead on the shoulder. Flying past, I saw it was a dog, big and Collie-like. He was lying on his side, his white belly and long fluffy tail out of place next to the road. He looked as if he was napping, but surely he’d been hit.

Was someone looking for him? Maybe a young boy or girl who considered him a best friend? If Jack had been hit by a car and found lying like that, the girls and I would weep for weeks.

Ten miles later, still thinking about the Collie, I saw another fluffy animal ahead, this time a German Shepherd. He, too, was lying on his side. I wondered about the two cars that had hit these animals. Had they seen them? Felt them? Tried to stop and help them?

It’s risky to touch an injured animal, but maybe a collar could have been removed and a call made. Surely the two owners were walking their neighborhoods calling for their pets, a disturbing picture.

Sadly, I didn’t stop either and was no better than a hit-and-run driver.

What’s the difference between someone who interrupts their day to do a good deed and someone like me? Big difference. The one who helps ends up on the nightly news, because he has rushed into a burning house or thrown himself into a river with his clothes on, intent on saving a life. A crisis erupts, and though logic says, “Step back!” he has stepped forward.

I’m the one passing by.

Scripture tells the story of a good Samaritan going out of his way to help a wounded man lying by the side of the road, much like the two dogs. Though others had stepped around him or looked the other way, this man broke stride, got his hands dirty, alleviated the crisis while risking recrimination, and helped.

What would I have done?

Heroes like this think nothing of stepping in. When interviewed afterwards they often say, “I didn’t think about it. I just did it.”

Maybe it’s a do-for-others mentality they’ve always had or a mindset they’ve developed because it’s the right way to live.

Or, maybe it’s God’s Spirit empowering someone to act with courage rather than cowardice. If that’s the case, there’s still a chance I might make the split-second choice to help someone in need.

But at a bare minimum, I should have at leas acted on behalf of two damaged dogs.

Act with courage, and may the Lord be with those who do well.” (2 Chronicles 19:11)

 

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Caged

When our son Nelson was 19 months, we moved him from the nursery to a second bedroom, because another baby was on the way. Even though we put him in a second crib, he was excited about his new room because of a big-boy-bed waiting in the corner.

Just after we moved him, he learned to climb out of his crib. And like most toddlers who figure that out, he began refusing to stay in his room. After a story and prayer time each night, we’d sing, then tuck him in. But when we got to the bottom of the stairs, he’d be right behind us.

This dilemma grew from cute to exasperating, and nothing worked to keep him in his room. Eventually we decided to gate him in. That worked for about 10 minutes until he learned to scale the gate. Nate made a trip to the store for a second gate, and with one above the other, we finally penned him in.

We paid a price for success, however. Rather than surrender quietly, Nelson used his room as a giant playpen, emptying drawers, pulling them out to use as ladders, removing sheets from the two beds, tearing pages out of books. When he tired of playing, he’d fall asleep at the door, often with one arm and one leg outside the gate.

No one likes to be locked in a cage, whether it’s physical or emotional, but sometimes confinement is good.

I remember learning of an experiment at a big-city grade school. Its playground bordered a busy street, and during recess the children played only near the school building, fearful of fast-moving cars. After a fence was built at the edge of the road, the children took advantage of the entire playground. They even played near the fence, just inches from dangerous traffic.

Little Nelson saw his “bars” as a prison. The school children viewed theirs as freedom. Why the difference?

It’s probably a control issue. We told Nelson, “You must stay in your room.” There was no negotiating, and his determination to get out was the result of a desire to buck the system.

The school children were told, “You can play anywhere on the playground.” There were no restrictions. When they hovered near the building, it was because they chose it. When the “bars” went up, they were relieved.

Many people reject religion because they see it as a set of non-negotiable rules that take the fun out of life. But if they understood that God’s structure protects them from harm, they might view it as a relief.

God is the one who gave us free will in the first place. We can fight against his laws (which include natural laws) or submit to them, believing his fences actually bring freedom. Within his boundaries, he gives us unlimited choices, but doing things our own way just to buck the system is foolish.

No toddler understands the importance of going to bed at night. But if we would have taken down Nelson’s gates and let him fall asleep wherever he chose, maybe he’d have chosen his bed.

“The trouble is not with the law, for it is spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to sin.” (Romans 7:14)

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