Monday, January 30, 2017
After the Storm
Apologies for the length of this post but I truly hope you who are in the midst of some storm today can soldier through it and that the message intended lends some comfort and strength until (and after) it passes!!
And it ALWAYS passes!!
Stay Strong!! :)
"During that storied final meal Jesus shared with his disciples, only hours away from all the torments that awaited him, there is an extraordinary exchange between Jesus and Peter.
The truly remarkable thing is that this is just before Jesus tells Peter he will disown him.
Sitting at the table, where the peculiar alchemy of wine turning to blood and bread becoming body was already at play, Jesus looks across the table at the fiery, well-intentioned disciple whose face was not yet shadowed by the guilt of betrayal.
And he speaks words of heartbreaking tenderness to the man who says he will die for Jesus but will in actuality curse him by morning:
"Simon, Simon, listen! Satan has demanded to sift all of you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your own faith may not fail; and you, when once you have turned back, strengthen your brothers."3
Satan has desired to sift you like wheat, says the man who Roman soldiers will carve up like cattle in just a few hours.
But even knowing the physical and psychological torture that he will soon endure, Jesus' concern is for Peter—that he will not be able to live with himself after what he is about to do.
He knows the storm of bitter tears, the stomach-churning agony of regret that will eat him from the inside for betraying the one he loved the most.
He knows the sting of it could rend Peter's mind, the way the whip will soon rend his own skin.
So he says, "I have prayed for you—that your faith may not fail."
Objectively, conclusively, decisively—Peter himself will fail before the rooster crows.
That is already established.
But while Peter will fail spectacularly, on the surface of things, there is something at work in him that is deeper than his failure.
The waves will overtake the man and his blustering ego, but in the depths of the sea within Peter is a stronger, more ancient current that did not originate from him—a current that need not be shaken by his failure on the surface - His Faith.
I have prayed for you, Peter, that even though you will fail (in fact, be known for the most famous failure in the history of the church), your faith will not fail.
The tsunami will come, and take your self-reliance and your pride; humiliation will wash over you.
You will fail, but I have prayed for you . . . that your failure would not destroy your faith but deepen it.
I have prayed for you that the very thing that was intended to kill you will make the faith already planted in the deepest soil of you even stronger.
It is possible to fail, and not have our faith fail us.
It is possible to lose our lives, and not lose our souls.
The master teacher taught us himself that it is only in losing our lives—in their ego pretensions and posturing, in their careful image constructions and neediness—that this richer, deeper, below-the-surface life can be found.
This is the life hidden with Christ in God, where almost anything can happen at the top of things without disrupting the grace that lies in the bottom of the sea in you.
This is the place in the depths where you can be cut off from your very self (as you understood it), and from the name your father gave you, and from the place where you grew up, and from the tribe that gave you language, and from the story that gave you meaning—only to find that nothing -- NOTHING - can separate you from the love of God.
When the storm is still brewing over the waters, and the sky sickens into an ominous gray-black, and you feel the electric charge in the air in your very skin, inevitably the question comes:
Will I survive this?
Can I make it through the storm that is coming (whatever sent it here, and however it came)?
And of course, there are many storms fierce enough to toss you, throw you, destabilize you, and scare you that do not result in shipwreck.
Some storms last only for the night; some pockets of violent air are only turbulence.
But some storms are more violent, more relentless, more exacting.
Some winds will not be calmed; some floods will not be dammed until they have their way with you, until they walk away with their pound of flesh.
And whether or not, again, the storm finds its origin in the undomesticated wildness of nature and of created things—or whether or not the storm originates in you—does not change the scope or scale or power of it.
The storms that come will test us all, and it is entirely possible one comes to you that will end in your failure before the wind and waves recede.
But the Spirit in the wind whispers the words of Jesus again, inserting your own name for Simon's:
"I have prayed for YOU that your own faith may not fail—and even when you do . . . that your faith may even grow stronger through your failure."
From "How to Survive a Shipwreck" by Jonathan Martin