Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Psalms 131:1 – 3 My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the LORD both now and forevermore.
We have been invaded. The enemy has infiltrated the interior of our lives. He was not satisfied to surround us. He sought to saturate us and he has succeeded. Now our last defense, the weapon of awareness, is under attack. We are becoming oblivious to our condition. We have become blind to this tyrant’s tactics. His presence has influenced every area of our lives. His deception has declared we are better off with him around. We have been overrun by a terrorist named Busy.
Have we forgotten how sweet it is to find a moment of peace and quiet? Have we lost the thrill of sitting still and simply listening for the still small voice of the Holy Spirit? Why is it that we don’t cherish conversation with the Almighty?
But the enemy is pretty well entrenched in our lives. We have gotten used to his presence. It will hurt to evict him. He strokes our egos by making us proud of our accomplishments. We have become so dependent upon his perceived benefits that we would rather endure the pain of his presence than the pain of his extraction.
A former presidential candidate, Mike Huckabee, tells this story that illustrates our point.
When [our son] John Mark was 4 years old, he was out playing in the back yard and got a splinter in his foot. He came in and held up his foot. He was crying, and he said, “I got a splinter in my foot!” I said “Sit on the couch. Let’s look at it.” So I looked at it. Then, as he held up his foot and I reached over to pull the splinter out (because I knew it would feel better), he said what every kid says (which I still, to this day, don’t understand): “Don’t touch it!” I said, “What do you want me to do? Take a picture of it and mount it on the wall? I’ve got to touch it, Son. I don’t levitate splinters out of your foot. There is no choice.” “It will hurt,” he moaned. I said, “It might, but it won’t hurt as long. It will sure feel a lot better when I get the splinter out.”
But somehow that wasn’t adequate. So Janet held down the top of him while I tried to hold down the bottom of him and pull that splinter out. He was kicking and screaming and jerking in all different directions, and here I was with the tweezers, trying to pull out the splinter. I was afraid that I would jab those tweezers way up into his foot. I wanted to say to him, “Son, don’t you trust me? What do you think I’m going to do, cut your foot off? I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you, and if you don’t let me help you, it’s going to get worse not better. Trust me; I’m your father. I love you. I care about you. I do this only to help you. Be still. Relax.”
I think sometimes God in heaven must look down upon us, and we must be like a little child who says, “God, I’m hurt. God help me.” God reaches in to help us, and the first thing we do is say, “God, don’t touch me! Don’t do that God!” God is saying, “But I’ve got to reach in there and deal with the hurt. It may hurt a little, but I’ve got to do it.” We say, “No, God. Please, nothing like that!”
So here we are fighting with God. It is the equivalent of being in surgery when the surgeon has both of his arms up to his elbows in your abdomen, and suddenly you decide that you don’t want to be operated on and try to get off the table. How many times in our lives do we find ourselves on the surgery table of the Almighty, where God is trying to work in our lives that miracle of making us like Christ, and when we realize what God’s doing, we wake up and say, “God, I don’t want you to do this. Let me out of here!”?
Busyness is a splinter that needs to be removed. It will hurt to remove it. It will require sacrifice. We will resist with kicking and screaming. But when the splinter is gone, we will be still. Our hearts will be quieted. We will be able to hear God while the world roars around us. We must trust the Father as He does what’s best for us.
Tim Hansel put it this way. One of the ways that our faith expresses itself is by our ability to be still, to be present, and not to panic or lose perspective. God still does his best work in the most difficult of circumstances.
Let the Father go to work on you today. Be still, and know that He is God.
Check out these words of practical application from Bob Moorehead.