I came sneaking into the Reformed
camp with heels dug in and mind closed. I was later relieved to discover that
it is much harder to miss God's will than I had always thought. I seemed
to have concluded as a young man that I could thwart God's plan about anytime I
wanted. I could rebelliously choose the wrong woman to marry and produce
a bunch of pagans, refuse to witness and send all kinds of people to hell, take
a drink of beer and offend people so badly that they lost their salvation, and;
you get the picture. As a result I became sad, depressive and tried to be
SERIOUS about Christianity.
Eve messed up God's Plan
Then I started to read, really read the Bible. For example, the Christmas story
in Matthew stunned me. The genealogy of Jesus was a mess. All those people who
fouled up the lineage of the Messiah could have kept God from accomplishing His
will. There are four very special women in a male line up. How can that
be when we know that God only chooses and uses men? I always heard it was
special men, holy men, strong men, fighting men who never sinned that God uses.
And, those women were not always pure and holy. Tamar seduced her
father-in-law. Yuck! That has to be worse than pornography and we all know that
once you pick up a Playboy you are ruined for God's service forever. He
had hoped you would someday go to Asia to minister but now you are damaged
goods and He will have to reject you forever. The kind of man God uses, er
woman God uses is sexually pure.
Then there is a gal named Rahab. Wow! She was a madam and lived in the red
light district of the town. What a loser. What was God doing choosing her to
hide the spies and liberate the Holy Land? Then, God wrote it all down and
flaunts it in the Bible. Does He not realize what kind of message He is sending
to the community?
The third woman may even be worse. Bathsheba wantonly seduced David who was a
real good guy until then. He was solely after God's heart. Then that devil in a
blue dress got hold of him and made him fall. Then she made him murder one of
his greatest friends and supporters, Uriah. She almost stopped God dead in His
tracks.
What was I to conclude? Maybe I was wrong and God could actually His purposes
through fallen, frail, broken, fleshly men and women? All these women were not
only serial sinners they were Gentiles. That is not even racially pure let
alone sexually pure. How could God have allowed those good Hebrew men to get
together with Gentiles and pollute the gene pool and spiritual DNA? Surely the
Messiah could not arrive out of such a sinful genealogy.
Then God decided to us an old woman,
Elizabeth and her doubting husband to bring John the Baptist into the world.
Does God not know that old people do not make good parents? The kid might end
up as ADHD or something worse. He might have a nasty personality and go around
telling people to repent. And how about that old priest? He had been praying
for years for a baby but it is obvious why God did not answer his prayers. He
had no faith. But then God went on and told him to keep trying because he and
Elizabeth would produce a kid. Zechariah still was a doubter and the Angel had
to strike him dumb.
Then take a look at Mary. She was
just a kid. A baby having a baby. And she was not married. That is not good for
the Messiah’s reputation. To top it all off, Joseph, not Mary was the son of
David. So the Messiah’s Davidic lineage came though his adoptive father not
through the bloodline. Adoption was not looked upon with great favor back then.
What was God thinking?
Over the years a small light began to come on in my head. I discovered that my
sinful condition placed me in a tunnel not a cave. It is not a dead end. There
is light at the end of the tunnel. I am not in charge of God's will and I
cannot thwart it at anytime I want. I am somehow part of that humongous plan
even when I do not know it or know how it works. I cam to one new conclusion:
It is not the KIND OF MAN THAT GOD CHOOSES that is so important but THE KIND OF
GOD THAT MAN CHOOSES.
When I believed in a small God who will was only accomplished when I cooperated
I was full of pride and self-importance but that led me to sadness, false guilt
and anxiety. I might somehow unknowingly fail to follow through, teach my kids
right, evangelize all the people I know, say "Yes" to God, etc.
Being the Messiah is hard work. I read books about "Finding God's
Will" and anxiously tried to be "In the center of God's will"
but that made me even more anxious.
Then it hit me. Missing God's will is hard very hard, it may be impossible.
Recognizing that God even uses my weaknesses, folly, failures and fears brings
me joy and humility, as well as occasional anger that I am so needy and weak.
So, I attempt to walk in the Holy Spirit, apply God's truth and
sanctify/heal/do therapy on myself so I can love God and fully enjoy Him forever.
This, I think, is the basis of the Next Reformation.
I close with a memory. A southern humorist whose name I forget wrote about
religion in the south. He said that he was a Presbyterian but always envied the
hard-core Baptists and Pentecostals. He really wanted to join up with them but
just didn't have the physical strength to do everything they required so he had
to settle for being a Mainline, pew-sitting Presbyterian.
Sometimes I regress back into works righteousness and get legalistic or words
righteousness and get perfectionist about how I speak and the names I give to
the Trinity or get back into name it and claim it, blab it and grab it. Then I
can once again feel the pride and satisfaction of thinking I am really in
charge of the universe. But, I just do not have the constitution for it.
I wear out too easily. I admire my Grandmother who kept holiness alive for 90
years. Now that woman had a strong constitution. But me, I am weak and have to
believe that God is in charge so I can rest in Him.
PS.
I Gary R. Sweeten, do hereby resign from being lord of the Universe and
hereafter promise to allow God to rule. (At least most of the time.)