Ch. 8: How Will He Not Also?
Excerpts: Control is pseudo power from the pit. Worry is the pretense that I’m the one who will determine the course of events as I stir and churn and ruminate. It’s the facade of taking action when prayer really is. Belief–to put one’s faith in, to trust–is a verb, something that you do. A true saving faith is a faith that gives thanks, a faith that sees God, a faith that deeply trusts. “This is the work that God asks of you: that you believe…” (John 6:29) This is the work of trusting love. If authentic, saving belief is the act of trusting, then to choose stress is an act of disbelief. Anything less than gratitude and trust is practical atheism. The Israelites kept recounting their past in order to trust God for their future. It is thanksgiving that shapes a theology of trust. Remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust–to really believe. What if remembering leaves third-degree burns? I see a world through His lens: “He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all–how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?” (Rom. 8:32) It is safe to trust–all bridges ultimately hold, fastened by nails. Sometimes it takes the perspective of years to see the good of God in the scars of life. It is in the dark that God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark is the holiest ground. Then we look back and see His back. Just like Moses did.
Romans 8:32 is one of the core verses that got me through the darkest time of life. Believing this truth is hard work. That God gave His life for me and therefore will surely give me this thing that I am worried about. It’s as hard work (if not more so) than what other religions require in terms of discipline, rituals, and sacrifice. Having faith in the goodness of God. That’s hard.
These insights on control are eye opening for me, since control is one of my struggle areas. The antidote for control is prayer. Prayer is belief in action. Am I biting my lips or bending knees? Chewing my nails or folding my hands?