Scott’s sick. Again.
Scott’s in the hospital. Again.
We need to pray for Scott‘s health. Again.
In recent weeks yet another ambulance crew carried me from my home where once again I brushed up against the cold bosom of death.
Yesterday, glory hallelujah, my wife carried me from the hospital, still alive and well, God having shown himself — again — faithful to deliver me from yet another close call.
I’m imagining you through my screen and telling you with all sincerity that there has never been a trial or a problem or tribulation or hardship or difficulty that God has not come through for me and delivered me. It is true his deliverance does not always come at the exact moment or in the exact way I thought, but I have never been forsaken and he has always shown his redemptive purposes in setting me free.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;
2 Corinthians 4:7-8
Through it all, through everything, he’s shown himself faithful and there’s no end to how grateful and in awe of him I am.
This is my story.
And, yes, this is my song.
I’m praising my Savior all the day long.
For obvious reasons, the book of Job has been a regular read for me. I’ve often turn to its pages to remind myself that God is sovereign through all of my hard times.
When you come to Job 23:14, it reads,
“For he will complete what he appoints for me,
and many such things are in his mind.”
Which could be paraphrased to mean:
“He has many ways to refine us – and He’ll use them anytime, anyway He wants.”
Here’s my story in 6 words:
Broken.
Blessed.
Grieving.
Grateful.
Waiting.
Worshipping.
My suffering was good for me,
because through it I learned your statutes.
Psalm 119:71
David referred to himself as a “broken” man. As bad as that is, he still knew a secret: the word he chose (‘âḇaḏ’) is the same Hebrew word used when God put Adam in His Garden and told him to “tend” it. It’s the picture of breaking up the sod and clods of dirt, using a hoe or rake. Poured into those crevasses and furrows and holes is the fertilizer needed to grow fruit and grain from fertile soil.
David was saying, “He fills my broken places with His Life and I rejoice in my afflictions because I know my dying is my living!”
David recognizes he might be broken, but he’s not a LOST CAUSE. He’s not unfixable, not unredeemable. He has greater value when he submits to the Lord’s plough.
Everything you suffer, all you’ve lost, whatever breaking you’ve endured, is working in you a lush harvest that will bring life to others!
A few years ago, my Sandy had the opportunity to travel with a high school choir to Italy for competition. On one particular off-day they did some sightseeing and visited Venice and “The Bridge of Sighs.”
There’s a long history with this famous place in Venice but the thing that most sticks out is the bridge connects a prison with a palace. Back in the day, the prisoners were led across this bridge after their sentencing in the palace and they would have to look through the narrow windows of the bridge on their last look at freedom. They would “sigh” in sorrow as they were led away in chains to their cell where they would live out the rest of their days.
Your trials feel like a prison. You ask God, “Why am I still single?“ “Why am I depressed?” “Why can’t I ever seem to get a break?” “Why can’t I get past this?” You wonder if he has abandoned you. You question his goodness. Some days you feel as though you’re serving hard time. It’s very much a prison to you.
The Lord invites you to “sigh” and surrender and believe he is going to escort you from your cell and lead you into a palace of blessing.
In a way I am still on the prison side of the bridge but, like Paul and Silas, I am singing at midnight… so it feels like I am on the palace side!
Let’s go back to our scripture we considered first.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous…
That tells me trials are a necessary part of our discipleship. That message doesn’t always draw a crowd, but it’s undeniably true. There are so many manys on our journey with Christ. We’re all like broken records.
The Hebrew word “affliction” is often translated in the Old Testament as “evil.” It is also translated “bad.”
“Wicked.”“Mischief.”
Take heart, sisters and brothers; when bad befalls you it comes from an enemy that despises you. This means you are in the safe embrace of Someone who loves you.
Scott’s sick. Again.
We gotta pray for Scott. Again.
Scott’s got another wound.
Trouble for the Mitchells. Again.
James says life is “hole-punched” with trials. Paul said “it is through many hardships we come into the kingdom.” He told the Corinthians he “faces daily pressure” and “anxiety.” David said, “every night I flood my bed with tears; I drenched my couch with my weeping.”
You can’t walk with Christ and not feel the blows. Romans tells us we “died with him” but we also “suffer with with him.”
Paul Miller writes of his daughter Ashley who died at age 42 of stage-4 colon cancer. Before she died Ashley told her bible study group:
“I cannot talk about cancer without talking about Jesus. I cannot talk about my trials without Jesus. I equate it to eating a Reese‘s – Jesus is the chocolate and suffering is the peanut butter – they just go together.”
Paul E. Miller, The J-Curve, 310-11
But wait. The second line of our verse makes the first line worth it: “But the Lord delivers him out of them all.”
Peter said even if you’re “grieved by various trials” you can “rejoice” (“dance for joy”) in this: future glory (and oftentimes present) will be much sweeter to you than you can even imagine.
Soon and very soon, the record that’s been skipping and repeating and jumping and scratching will stop and all our agains will be wiped away and his eternal never again will be our forever anthem.
This is our story, this is our unbroken song. Amen.
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Praying for you, friend. So thankful for your life and testimony.
I thank God for every remembrance of you, Lesa. You have been an amazing friend through the years. God’s love to you and your family.
Bless you brother. Reminds me of a message I’ve gone back to many times. 2 Corinthians 12:9 “My grace IS sufficient…” The most powerful word in the verse is little ole IS…Which means present tense…as in right now.
I can’t tell you how many times that scripture has ministered to me. Thank you, Jon, for sharing your heart here and for all your encouragement. Bless you too, my brother.
This is so wonderful Scotty. Thank you for showing us all how to give God the glory through it all. Love you brother. 🙌🙏🙌
I’m so thankful God has put men like you in my life, Tim. You’re such a faithful friend and pastor in my life. So much love to you and Becky, my friend.
Praying for you both!! Job 23:10 came to my mind while reading your words, and I do believe you are at the “24 K Gold ” point in the ” when He has tried me “. Oh, for grace to trust Him more and more, when we don’t understand and as we face life’s storms! You are an inspiration to so many of God’s sustaining grace!
Thank you for lifting up Sandy too! She’s been Herculean with her strength and witness through this (and all my ‘agains’)! Of course it is Christ in her but she is submitted to his way with us so beautifully…and faithfully. A thousand thanks again, Beth. You bless me/us so!
Thank you Jesus…..Again
Rejoicing …..Again
Giving Him Glory…..Again
So Thankful…..Again
Love you dear friend
And you’ve been there in all those agains, dear one. Again and again you’ve walked all these thorny paths with us. Praising God with you my sister!
I am pretty sure you make the enemy so angry with all this praising in the fire…. but the rest of us… oh we are so encouraged and reminded and challenged and blessed. Thank you to you and to Sandy for being living epistles. We love you so! So very grateful FAITHFUL GOD has resurrected Scott… again!
I say this with all the earnestness in my soul, Kelli. Thank you for listening to our broken record so faithfully these many times and never making us feel we’re too much to bear. That’s just how Jesus would do it too. Much love, dear friend.
Thank you, Scott
My deep and heartfelt thanks to you, Roger. I still run in the draft of every word with which you’ve inspired me.
💞 Thank God for his faithful healing. ✝️
Love you & Sandy bunches. Your life has been a testimony for not only me, but so very many I’m certain. I think of y’all so often. I’m at the Vineyard this morning and we will lift you in prayer.
Dear, dear, precious April, you are so loved! I can’t tell you how I wish I was still your weekly pastor! I was always so moved by your testimony and steadiness and eagerness to grow; you have blessed me more than you could know! Thank you, dear one.
It’s been so long, but my thoughts have always been with you and Sandy! Love you both very much!
Julia! I can’t tell you what a sweet surprise it is to hear from you. You are one of those wonderful friends whose name and face and gentle spirit I will never forget. We are so grateful for your love, as we send ours to you!
Blessings!
Praying for you, Scott!
Bless you! Thank you, Karen!
Your prayers are being answered.
I sure do love you and my heart breaks for all your trials. However, I know as you know that the trials are for a time and then JESUS. As I grow older, I find myself saying more often “come Lord Jesus”. Not out of a depressed spirit but out of a deep longing to be really and profoundly “home”. Love you and Sandy.
You are greatly loved and always fondly remembered. May God continue to increase your tribe, The tribe of those who love and walk with Jesus through every trial of fire, flood, heartbreak, and pain. And do so with the sweetest surrender! Thank you warmly, Becky.