Icy Road Faith (a different look at a believer in crisis)

The northwest coast has been getting hit with some very weird weather lately. Just this Sunday I was driving back to school from a weekend at home. Through the short hour and a half drive I hit all kinds of weather- sunshine, gentle drizzle, heavy rain, monsoon rain, snow and hail, then through sunshine again.

I’m a Washingtonian- I know how to drive in the rain, I even can handle snow to some extent. But, since an accident a few years ago, snow makes me tense up. If I have to be out on the road and I see snow on the side of the road, every muscle tenses up, I become hyper aware, adrenaline runs throughout my whole body. My car made it abundantly clear a few years ago that it DID NOT like snow (nor ice)- when I spun out and ended trunk first in a flooded country ditch. God protected me by popping my tire, which dug the rim into the gravel of the ditch, saving me from flipping over into the water. Ever since that day, I am extremely careful when the white stuff starts to fall upon the road.

Today, while I was driving through that white stuff passing a car that had met it’s match with the snow, “Please Father, please Father” fell from my lips. Through three exits worth of miles, I prayed for safety. As soon as I hit the dry patch, my fingers loosened and the prayer stopped.

Suddenly, it clicked. That is how we go through life- that is how I go through life. In the midst of crisis, all that one who believes in Christ and his saving grace talks about is God. We pray, we praise, we see God in everything, we tell everyone that we are leaning on God’s grace and love. Then when it is smooth sailing and the crisis is long behind; the Bible reading stops, the prayers become more self-centered, crude jokes intrude, and righteousness takes a back seat.

I have an Icy Road Faith. I want a faith that doesn’t go in and out of season. I want a faith that stands so firm that the stormiest day doesn’t make it break nor the most beautiful day of the year makes me forget it.

Take a moment. Be honest with yourself. Do you have an icy road faith? Or do you have the faith that will move mountains and change the world?

Psalm 31:24- Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.                              Matthew 24:42- Therefore, keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.


The Waiting Game (when a friend is in crisis)

What do you do when you have a friend who is in the midst of constant crisis? Do you quietly back away? Or do you stand firm as the tears fall? The harshness of life can drain you dry and when it isn’t you whose personally going through the crisis, it’s easier to laugh and believe it isn’t happening. It’s not evil to live. It’s not horrible to want to forget. But, what about your friend? They don’t have the ability to walk away from their crisis.

God calls us to ‘Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15).’ How can we do that unless we stay beside them even in the midst of the waiting game? The waiting game is the worse part of the crisis. No one knows what will happen or when it will happen.

So, I wait. I pray. I hope. I will hold your hand and your faith for you during this time of upheaval. I will be your shoulder when the tears fall and your voice when you can no longer speak. I won’t leave you no matter how much time will pass. I will call you out of the blue, and ask how you are. I will take you out to lunch so that you can have a moment of unfettered breath. I won’t force you to be strong for me, because I want you to lean on me.

You are not alone. My tears will fall for you, and when you need that moment of laughter, I won’t judge you harshly, but rather join in, because those rare moments will get you through the next bit of crisis.

In this waiting game, when days grow into weeks and weeks into months, I won’t tell you to move on, but I will be standing beside you offering you prayer and encouragement. Lean on me. I’m not going anywhere.

Ps 147:3 ~~He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.