Thursday, December 3, 2020

Leave your plain vanilla life: “Go ahead . . . I dare you”

 

Sometimes when we think God has gotten something all wrong, as I did when He sent us to Lomalinda, the Bible tells us to look back and remember what God has done. In fact, the Bible frequently reminds us of the importance of remembering.

 

Mike Metzger drives home the point:

 

“Many churches have forgotten the premium that the historic Judeo-Christian tradition placed on remembrance . . . and recalling the right things. The ‘great sin’ of the Old Testament was forgetfulness (at least it is the most recurrent offense). ‘Remember’ is the most frequent command in the Old Testament.”  (Clapham Memo, January 19, 2007, “Back and Forth,” by Mike Metzger; emphasis mine) 

 

How sad it is that we are so forgetful.

 

Ah, but when we take time to remember what God has done in the past, everything takes on a new perspective.

 

Last week I told you my memories of how God so kindly prepared this cowardly home-body, me, to do the unthinkable, the unfathomable—to move to South America—by (1) leading me to the public library to learn about Colombia, and (2) leading me to books Wycliffe missionaries had written and magazines Wycliffe had published. And as I read, I changed. Through other people’s stories, God helped me envision myself doing the impossible. They showed me how to do it, in specific, practical ways. (Read more at Slow steps of progress wrapped in grace.”)

 

But God did even more to prepare me! He choreographed people and circumstances that brought Marie Goehner into my life. Let me tell you my memories of that.

 

Before Dave and I and the kids left the States for Lomalinda, Harvey and Shirley Strand (my sister-in-law's parents and also dear friends of our family) invited us to their home to meet their friend Marie.

 

Marie had been a nurse in Lomalinda for a few years but had returned to the States to help her aging parents. She was grieving over leaving Lomalinda and longed to return.

 

But while she was home, God continued to use Marie in significant ways. One of them was to prepare me and my family.   

 

That evening at the Strands’ home, Marie showed us and our parents slides of Lomalinda and told us many stories. Hearing how much Marie loved Lomalinda, and seeing photos of homes, geography, and our future colleagues’ faces helped prepare me mentally, spiritually, and emotionally to move to Lomalinda.

 

And listening to Marie was enormously comforting and helpful for our nervous parents, too. What a gift from God!

 

Fast-forward a few months: As I struggled to adjust to living in Lomalinda (that’s putting it mildly—it was really messy at first) gradually it became clearer to me that we are God’s workmanship, that He has created specific things for us to do, and that He prepares them in advance (Ephesians 2:10).

 

And He also prepares us. Through Marie, God was gently, lovingly persuading me to be willing to leave my family and my home—and leave my plain vanilla life—and relocate in Lomalinda.

 

And once there, when I got into trouble, I needed to remember how God had prepared me to be there.

 

A man so different from me, Chuck Swindoll, writes, “Call it the rebel in me, but I simply cannot bear plain vanilla when life has so many other flavors far more interesting and tasty. God has so much more in view for all of us. God has arranged an abundant life for you [John 10:10].”

 

Chuck encourages us to “take life by the throat and . . . take the Lord up on His gracious offer to give you a rich and rewarding life.”

 

But then he asks us the big question—he acknowledges the elephant in the room: “Why is that so hard to embrace?

 

“He’s here for you. He’s in your corner. He wants to pour out His great pleasure on you—He desires that you live abundantly, joyfully, freely. Why not try living abundantly, joyfully, and freely for a change? Go ahead . . . I dare you.”

(Charles R. Swindoll, from Good Morning, Lord . . . Can We Talk?)

 


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