Having my colon explode on me a couple of weeks ago was like taking a sucker punch from the devil. It came out of nowhere. Honestly in the day or so after the surgery when I was pumping my own morphine, contemplating life with a colostomy and reflecting on many decisions I've made over the years that weren't very smart, I got pretty depressed. Sometimes the pain, nausea, and uncertainty that I was feeling was so overwhelming I actually wondered if I wouldn't be better off dead. Add to that the fact that during what should be a time of growth in our church we are experiencing a slight decline and I have been unable to do anything but sit on the couch. This has made me feel totally helpless and I have questioned a LOT of things. Needless to say I have done a lot of introspection, meditation and prayer.
The story that keeps leaping to mind is of the Apostle Paul. There are so many lessons we can learn from him but the one that made a huge impression on me is when he was in Lystra preaching the gospel and some Jews decided they had enough of him and stoned him. I love what happened (Acts 14):
19 Then some Jews arrived
from Antioch and Iconium and won the crowds to their side. They stoned
Paul and dragged him out of town, thinking he was dead. 20 But as the believers gathered around him, he got up and went back into the town.
Think about that. They threw large stones at him and beat him till they thought he was dead - then dragged him outside the city and left him on the side of the road - beaten, bruised, bleeding, cut up, flies buzzing around, maybe vultures lurking near by. Paul was basically road kill. (with no hospital and no morphine pump) Somehow he survived the ordeal (it may have to do with who was surrounding him) and then what did he do? He could have retreated, called it quits, found another venue, looked for a different job, thrown in the towel. But he didn't. Instead he got up and WENT BACK IN TO THE CITY!
This guy was a freak! This was the city where they had just tried to kill him. Its like he had a death wish. There wasn't a welcome wagon waiting for his return. There wasn't going to be a red carpet in his honor. He wasn't getting the key to the city. He was a walking dead man plunging head long into the very place that was most likely to get him killed. He left the next day and started another church - and then he went back to Lystra again to encourage and disciple the believers! Incredible!
Here's the deal: Satan is going to deliver sucker punches. Sometimes he will pummel you with blow after blow. He might not kill you but he wants you to quit. He wants you to give up. He wants you to be discouraged. He wants you to throw in the towel. He wants you to question your faith, abandon your calling, or just look for the easy way out. Don't let him win. The best thing you can do is step into the pain and get up and go back into the city (ministry) that God called you to like nothing ever happened but more determined that ever before.
This is where I am at right now. I feel like I've taken a beating. The last 6 months I've had a lot of stones thrown at me by the enemy. After this last one I went down. But I'm not out. I am getting back up, brushing off the dust, wiping off the blood, and I am heading back into city with more determination than before to make a difference. I am convinced that if God was done with me I would just be dead. But Im not so he still has a plan and purpose for me and I can't wait to fulfill it. There will be more stones, there will be more setbacks, there will be more problems but I don't care. There is an enemy who wants to kill and destroy people in my city and I will do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen.
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