Friday, March 4, 2016

"Courage, Dear Heart!" {Dawn Treader}

And he said, “O man greatly loved, fear not, peace be with you; be strong and of good courage.” And as he spoke to me, I was strengthened and said, “Let my lord speak, for you have strengthened me.”
(Daniel 10:19, ESV)

"But you, take courage! Do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded."











{Spoiler alert applies to the following.}

In The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, near the middle* of The Chronicles of Narnia series, Caspian, Reepicheep, Lucy, Edmund, Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and the rest of the crew sail east toward the end of the Narnian world on a ship called Dawn Treader. Their journey takes them to many islands, rescuing or at least discovering the fates of many lost Narnian lords along the way and having a boatload of adventures as varied and curious as those of Odysseus. It includes several vivid and memorable vignettes, notably the dragoning and undragoning of a certain hard-to-like character and the fulfillment of a valiant mouse's lifelong desire. Although its episodic character prevents it from being my favorite of the Narnian stories, one brief portion took on sweet personal meaning for me a few months ago, and you will need this glimpse as background for an upcoming post.

Perhaps the most frightening island they encounter, described in chapter 12, is called the Dark Island: an island where dreams--all sorts of dreams, not just the happy ones--come true and where the darkness is so intense and palpable that it quenches all light.

That combination of intense darkness and horrific dreams begins to drive the crew mad, and no matter how long or hard they row, they make no apparent progress whatsoever in escaping this desperate place.

As despair sets in, Lucy whispers a call for help from the only source she knows for such a need:
 "Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now." The darkness did not grow any less, but she began to feel a little--a very, very little--better....
     "Look!" cried Rynelf's voice hoarsely from the bows. There was a tiny speck of light ahead, and while they watched, a broad beam of light fell from it upon the ship. It did not alter the surrounding darkness, but the whole ship was lit up as if by searchlight....
     "Lucy looked along the beam and presently saw something in it. At first it looked like a cross, then it looked like an aeroplane, then it looked like a kite, and at last with a whirring of wings it was right overhead and was an albatross. It circled three times round the mast and then perched for an instant on the crest of the gilded dragon at the prow. It called out in a strong sweet voice what seemed to be words though no one understood them. After that it spread its wings, rose, and began to fly slowly ahead, bearing a little to starboard. ...no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face (350-351, The Complete Chronicles of Narnia).

The crew follows the albatross without dispute. Gradually the darkness lightens and they escape to continue their adventure. If Lucy were a real girl who had come through this trial, I wonder if she would have entirely regretted it or been glad afterward of that great need that gave her a sweet and calming encounter with her beloved Aslan.

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*It's either the third or fifth, depending on whether one counts according to order of publication or order of narrative chronology. The book links here are affiliate links.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

On the Merits of Talking to Oneself

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” (Psalm 42:5-9 ESV)

Goldfinches taking lunch in the rain


In the previous century, Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, who worked as a physician prior to entering the pastorate, preached a series of sermons on Psalms 42-43 concerning what he called "spiritual depression," that condition of a "cast down" and "disquieted" soul David expressed in those Psalms. We who were not present in the Westminster Chapel as he spoke can give thanks that his sermons were transcribed and edited into book form and may even be heard via streaming audio at the Martyn Lloyd-Jones Trust website.

Even if I should forget the rest of the edifying book, I hope always to remember a particular bit of counsel as a help in "preaching the gospel to myself" when I begin to give way to discontent, anxiety, and generally being cast down in soul. Lord willing, a future post will refer to and describe an application of this concept. In the mean time, here is the doctor-pastor's advice for such seasons:

"Have you realized that most of your unhappiness in life is due to the fact that you are listening to yourself instead of talking to yourself? Take those thoughts that come to you the moment you wake up in the morning. You have not originated them, but they start talking to you, they bring back the problems of yesterday, etc. Somebody is talking. Who is talking to you? Your self [similar to the "flesh" or "the old man" of the New Testament epistles] is talking to you. Now this man's treatment was this; instead of allowing this self to talk to him, he starts talking to himself. 'Why art thou cast down, O my soul?' he asks. His soul had been depressing him, crushing him. So he stands up and says: 'Self, listen for a moment, I will speak to you'.
"...The main art in the matter of spiritual living is to know how to handle yourself. You have to take yourself in hand, you have to address yourself, preach to yourself, question yourself. You must say to your soul: 'Why art thou cast down'--what business have you to be disquieted? ...then you must go on to remind yourself of God, Who God is, and what God is and what God has done, and what God has pledged Himself to do. Then having done that, end on this great note:  defy yourself, and defy other people, and defy the devil and the whole world, and say with this man: 'I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance, who is also the health of my countenance and my God'. 
"...The essence of this matter is to understand that this self of ours, this other man within us, has got to be handled. Do not listen to him; turn on him; speak to him; ...exhort him; encourage him; remind him of what you know, instead of listening placidly to him and allowing him to drag you down and depress you. For that is what he will always do if you allow him to be in control. The devil takes hold of self and uses it in order to depress us. We must stand up as this man did and say: 'Why art thou cast down? Why art thou disquieted within me?' Stop being so! Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance,' He, 'who is the health of my countenance and my God.'"
~Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, Spiritual Depression: Its Causes and Its Cures, 20-21 [affiliate link]

How do we do this in actual fact? Here are three suggestions, but feel free to add more in the comments:

  • Saturate your soul with Scripture. Fill your mind so full of truth that there's little room for panic. Read, listen, memorize, meditate, pray, study, sing, speak, . . . Take advantage of every means available to steep in God's Words.
  • Sing. Sing to God and sing to your soul. If you look in a hymnal, the songs there are a mix of pure Godward praise and truth sung to each other. Sometimes those body-directed songs shore up my soul. "How Firm a Foundation" and "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" are two of my favorites of that type.
  • Savor and share the souvenirs. When imagination paints catastrophic scenes, eject that disc and instead replay God's great deliverances and kept promises of the past. Search your memory for times you trusted Him and He came through for you, or even times you gave worry its head and He came through for you anyway. If you're a new Christian, tell yourself (and someone else, if possible) the story of how God saved you. Savoring the great deliverances recorded in Scripture helps immensely, too, and the words on the page can anchor thoughts so they don't stray into worried imaginings again.

May the Lord bless these thoughts to your encouragement in fighting the good fight of faith. Grace and peace to you in Christ Jesus!

Monday, February 29, 2016

Healing and God's Servants

Last weekend I came upon this essay, written around the time in 2001 when we decided the Lord was using my illness to bring us back to the United States to get the needed treatment. It encouraged me, so I prayerfully share it with you, despite its length. Grace and peace to you in Christ Jesus, crumbles.

Rosemary in bloom

As it has become increasingly evident that the illness I have developed in Thailand will not be resolved here, we (Allen and I) have engaged in several conversations in various contexts about God’s power to heal. We firmly believe that God still can and does heal supernaturally, even apart from medical means. Granted, that does not seem to be the norm, especially in America, but seems more common in developing countries where needy people have much less access to medical care.

Even so, He has not chosen to heal me of this illness at this time, with or without natural means as His instrument, and now that illness is bringing us home from the foreign mission field, probably permanently. Have we not prayed? Of course we have. We have also been supported in prayer by many believers in many nations and from all walks of life, ranging from our Thai maid to our elders in Texas to the archbishop of the Anglican province of Southeast Asia. Missionaries and church leaders have laid hands on me to pray for God’s healing touch, but the illness has marched on unphased and so far eluding conclusive diagnosis.

Have we not faith? Only the Lord knows our hearts, but in all sincerity we believe that He has given us faith for my healing, if that be His will.

Perhaps this is spiritual warfare, Satan’s attempt to interfere with God’s work in Asia by bringing us home? Quite possibly, since Satan was instrumental in both Job’s afflictions and Paul’s thorn in the flesh. Nonetheless, he cannot touch a hair on my head without my Daddy’s permission, and he must withdraw the moment God commands it. Moreover, he cannot hinder God’s work here simply by bringing us home; in fact, this experience serves to remind us as missionaries that we are dispensable. God accomplishes His purposes in spite of us, not because of us, and He certainly does not need us as instruments. Rather, He condescends to use such dust people as we are so that all the world may see that the great power must be His alone (2 Cor 4:7).

The implication in many of our conversations about the cause of my illness and the possibility of God’s supernatural healing has been that as a missionary, as a professional minister of the gospel, I should have more reason to expect that than the average rank-and-file believer. After all, I have to be healthy to do the job I’ve been given to do, right? Actually, the opposite seems to be true.

Looking beyond my own illness to the broader issue of God’s healing and His servants, it becomes apparent how often biblically and historically those who had been instruments of others’ healing did not experience the same healing power of God for their own illnesses. Elisha died from an illness he contracted, though God had used him for the healing of many. Paul received a “no,” in no uncertain terms, after 3 prayers for his own healing. Timothy had some sort of digestive problem demanding medicinal use of wine. Epaphroditus was sent home to the Philippians after a near-fatal illness at Paul’s side in ministry. Had these no faith, no favor with God? Yet they were all afflicted or even struck down by illness while in the throes of ministry. Even Christ on the cross faced taunts that, “He who saved others – Himself He cannot save!”

Historically, the record is no less auspicious: preachers Charles Spurgeon and Dwight L. Moody, missionaries Amy Carmichael and Lilias Trotter, hymnwriters Fanny Crosby and George Matheson, all suffered from chronic illness or disability. And that hardly touches the tip of the iceberg. Francis Schaeffer fought through the pain of cancer for the last 5 years of his life and ministry. Indeed, as one considers the vast proportion of God’s vocational ministers under some trial of long-term illness, Teresa of Avila’s cry comes to mind: “If this is the way You treat Your friends, no wonder You have so few!”





Why this special attention from God to give so very many of His most prominent servants (myself NOT included in that category!) a painful thorn to endure? Wouldn’t they, wouldn’t we, be more effective and productive in good health?

Not necessarily. But even if we grant that assumption, it overlooks that God’s work in us takes priority over His work through us. Primary in His purposes is to deal with pride in the human heart, the chief enemy to our intimacy with Him and the root of all other sins. Due to the undeserved and perhaps excessive lavishing of praise and applause on the ministers rather than the God who works through them, we ministry folks may have a heightened propensity to this sin compared to the rest of Adam’s seed (cp 2 Cor 12:7-10; Num 12). Even as insignificant as our little role as missionaries has been in the grand scheme of things, we receive constant bombardment with temptation and encouragement to believe that we ourselves are something. Thus, we find ourselves especially in need of the reminder that we are dust (humus in Latin, from which we get “humility”), wholly dependent on God’s inbreathing, indwelling Spirit. Illness serves as a constant lesson in the inadequacy of our natural human resources; a supernatural task requires supernatural power. God alone – not our strength, skill, or dedication – changes hearts.

Also, illness can serve as a means of guidance and redirection in ministry. Some sort of physical affliction brought Paul and the gospel to the Galatian churches. As previously mentioned, illness brought Epaphroditus home to his loved ones. Illness confined David to the palace in his last years and prompted the passing of the crown to Solomon even before David’s death. Illness served as the means of Amy Carmichael’s relocation from Japan to China to Ceylon to India and the Schaeffers’ move from Switzerland to Rochester, Minnesota, to establish a still-flourishing L’Abri branch there. Though Allen and I don’t yet know to what the Lord is redirecting us, we have no doubt that my illness and our move home evince His hand leading us not only away, but toward.



Furthermore, so many times we observe that physical affliction serves as a greater platform for ministry, not a hindrance, or opens the door to a new ministry otherwise improbable. Fanny Crosby’s or George Matheson’s hymns take on a new significance when we realize they were written from blindness and not a painless, thornless ignorance of suffering. Joni Eareckson Tada has been uniquely qualified for her ministry to people with disabilities through her own disability. Only a fellow-sufferer can truly share comfort first received for themselves with those in direst need without giving the impression of spouting empty platitudes a la Job’s friends. Closer to my own neck of the woods, a pair of dear friends in chronic pain and physical weakness constantly challenge me as living sermons on the reality of God’s rest, joy, and peace sufficient for all circumstances. God has evidently used pain to soften them and pare them down so that more of Him glows through.

This process is not automated or mechanical, however. Any trial acts as a refiner’s fire and brings all manner of dross up to the surface. Apart from God’s grace, however, the dross remains there, and the ill one can become entangled by bitterness, self-pity, selfishness, or even arrogance in wearing suffering as a medal of honor. But with God’s grace to remain open to His activity, that refining process purifies and purges, until the molten silver reflects His face.

Countless others have found themselves moved by illness or age out of “limelight” ministries into the ministry of secret prayer, difficult to overestimate in significance though often overlooked and unnoticed. And beyond even that ministry, there have been times when I have been so exhausted by illness that even prayer was beyond my strength. Learning simply to be before the Lord, my very self a prayer, and to let Him as my Shepherd cradle me in His arms, receiving nothing from me in return, is its own lesson, as well.

In summary, both my illness and the evidence of the great crowd of witnesses send the resounding testimony that God’s puzzling refusal of healing power to His ministers (in this life), though granted to many outside of vocational ministry, serves to advance His purposes and kingdom. As Elisabeth Elliot often says, “Let’s never forget that some of God’s greatest mercies are His refusals. He says no that He may, in some way we cannot imagine, say yes. All His ways with us are merciful. His meaning is always love.” What may appear or even be intended by Satan as a hindrance to God’s work in the world actually advances it! With the magnificence of divine irony, by pruning us of all illusion of our own assets and competence and often slowing our hectic pace to make us lie down in green pastures at His feet, He strips away the pride that obscures His glorious display of strength in us. Let us then say with Paul, “I delight in weaknesses, for when I am weak, HE is strong!”

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Medicine for Broken Hearts {Part 3}


He healeth those that are broken in heart
and giveth medicine to heal their sickness
(Ps 147:3, Prayer Book Version).

{Medicine for Broken Hearts, Part 1 and Part 2}

Our God heals brokenness in all its forms: physical sickness and suffering, mental anguish, social alienation, and desperation wrought by seemingly hopeless circumstances.

As considered in the previous post, the Lord may send healing to a broken spirit with a vivid reminder that He is the God who sees. Sometimes this reminder comes as the provision of the biggest, most desperate need in a life. Sometimes this reminder comes as a friend to walk alongside the broken one and offer hope, or at least presence, in the midst of sorrow.

On the other hand, God also administers the balm of solitude and solitary prayer, especially it seems in the unique depression of persecution and even betrayal. Many of David’s psalms flowed out of his times of flight through the desert or hiding in caves as Saul pursued him. The barren desolation of his surroundings reflected the landscape of his own soul and redirected his thirst toward God’s companionship in his solitude (cf. Ps 63:1). Jeremiah also – certainly no stranger to suffering – came to realize even in the midst of his lament, “The LORD is good to those whose hope is in Him, to the one who seeks Him. It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him” (Lam 3:25-8, NIV).

Elijah, too, running from Jezebel’s death threat, was taken out into the wilderness (1 Ki 19). There the Lord again demonstrates His care for the whole person. To this hurting man, so depressed that he calls on God to take his life (before Jezebel can), the Lord gives sleep, simple physical rest, and wholesome nourishment delivered by the angel of Yahweh Himself. Only then, after ministering to the needs of his body, does God seek him out, hear his complaint without criticism, and appear to him personally with exactly the gently presence he needed at that moment. As if a vision of God weren’t enough, the Lord goes further to give Elijah a fresh sense of purpose and a new commission for ministry.

Job illustrates a different facet of this same provision, that fresh vision of God. Bereft of the children he prized, bankrupt of all earthly wealth, broken in body, and surrounded by a bitter wife and supercilious friends, he grieves with the loneliness of one surrounded by people but void of compassion. Again, God hears his complaint out in patience. Finally, He breaks into Job’s misery and reveals Himself. Unlike His manifestation to Elijah, however, here God speaks in a thunderous voice out of the storm. Like Elijah, Job needed a vision of God to heal his sickness, but he needed to see God’s sovereign power and unerring wisdom even in the midst of calamity. “You are God, and I am not,” was the salve for his wound, healed even before the restoration of his wealth, family, and health.

In fact, if the Lord does have a universal, one-size-fits-all panacea for broken hearts, it is a fresh vision of Himself, some aspect of His character which we have not yet internalized but which exactly suits that moment’s need. His very name is “I AM THAT I AM,” and that name is His promise that he Himself is all we need. It hardly seems coincidence that both Job and Naomi in their deepest pain call him Shaddai, the All-Sufficient God, as adequate for our soul’s need as a mother’s breast (shad, in Hebrew) is for her infant.

While God rarely grants such a personal, visible appearance to us (even in Bible times the exception rather than the rule), He has given us the substance of such a vision in the Bible, particularly in the portrait of Christ found there. Hebrews tells us Jesus was made like us, His brothers, in every way except sin. Because He Himself knows our suffering by experience, He is just the tenaciously loyal and compassionate friend a broken heart needs (Heb 2:17-18).

Am I hurting physically? He suffered death by crucifixion. Am I ashamed and scorned? Anyone who died on a cross was reckoned cursed by God; even the thief dying on His left mocked Him. Am I grieving? Jesus grieved for the pain of His loved ones, weeping alone in Gethsemane, tenderly entrusting His mother to His beloved disciple as He died. Am I mourning for loved ones who do not know the Lord and don’t even seem to care? He wept over unbelieving Jerusalem, and He loves our loved ones far more than we do. His grief is with us for them. Am I lonely, persecuted, desolated? He was continually misunderstood even by His family and closest friends. In the end, He was delivered to His enemies by one of those friends—with a kiss of betrayal, for the price of a common slave. Even His own Father forsook Him in that hour of darkness when He bore our sin. No other loneliness can compare with that. Whatever pain I’m feeling, however excruciating it may be, He knows.

When our deepest need is just that, simply someone who knows, who understands our pain from having been there himself, someone who will stay with us in the pain and suffer with us patiently, we need look no further than Jesus. “He healeth those that are broken in heart and giveth medicine – is Himself the medicine – to heal their sickness.” Thanks be to God. Amen.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Medicine for Broken Hearts {Part 2}

{Part 1 here: http://www.crumbsfromhistable.com/2016/02/medicine-for-broken-hearts-part-1.html}


He healeth those that are broken in heart
and giveth medicine to heal their sickness
(Ps 147:3, Prayer Book Version).


Our God can, will, and does heal the whole person, the broken heart that often accompanies a broken body. Furthermore, He knows and heals the heart broken by grief and bereavement though the body remain strong.

For Hannah and Hagar, the first grieving for lack of a child and the second for lack of provision for the child already given, He comes to them as El Roi, the God who sees and answers prayer. Only He knows the cries of both hearts, and He meets both needs as only He can (1 Sam 1:1-2:11; Gen 16). To both He offers hope and a promise for the future.

To the widow of Nain (Luke 7:11-17) also, Jesus is the God who sees. For our benefit, Luke explains that she is not only a widow but has just lost her only son, her sole remaining means of support in a culture where a woman’s welfare depended on her male relatives. Jesus sees this woman walking behind the coffin, without any explanation needed. But seeing her tears and knowing the untold story of this coffin, His heart goes out to her. With true compassion, He awakens the boy from the sleep of death and restores him to his mother. The good news spreads throughout the land: “GOD has come to help the people!” He has come, and He remains: Immanuel, God with us.

Faced with a similar plight, Naomi’s grief over the loss of husband and sons in a foreign land has turned to bitter hopelessness. “Even if I thought there was still hope for me… (Ruth 1:12), she sets out on her empty journey home. She arrives nearly unrecognizable by the ravages grief and long absence have wrought, full only of words of God’s hand against her in affliction and misfortune.

What medicine will heal this broken heart? A friend loyal even to death, willing to leave everything familiar to stick by this porcupine. A friend young enough to keep hoping and work hard to provide for their physical needs. Widows without any other source of food could harvest remnants of grain from the corners of the fields, but such a task demands physical and emotional stamina this aged woman worn down by sorrow would not have had. Such a friend is the rarest treasure; one in a lifetime is great wealth; yet God had woven such a one into Naomi’s life even before the tragedy, in her daughter-in-law Ruth.

Despite Naomi’s urgings to turn back and leave her to her dismal fate, Ruth vows with the solemnest of vows never to forsake her even to the bitter end. She leaves all to follow Naomi (and her God) to Judah. Once there she seeks work at least to bring them food. Here again God provides the impossible. He leads her straight to the field of the one man in all the town in a position to provide for their long-term material security. Beyond that, when this man Boaz takes Ruth as his wife, the child begotten becomes Naomi’s kinsman-redeemer—reckoned as her own son—and guarantee of sustenance in her old age.

Truly such a gift of a loyal friend in our darkest hour is “better than seven sons” (Ruth 4:15). Thankfully, God does not stint on such gifts when they are the proper medicine. He brought Elisha to Elijah and Timothy to Paul in their need. He gave Jeremiah a sympathetic helper in the foreigner Ebed-Melech to deliver him with utmost gentleness from death in a miry pit, and a faithful co-worker in his amanuensis Baruch (though not without rough times, too). He gave the faithful lads in the Daniel story to each other as encouragement to hold to the truth in an incredibly hostile environment. And He still gives such gifts today, as He has for me more than once, bringing a friend who stubbornly refused to stop loving me at my unloveliest. Thanks be to God for His ability to weave such healing relationships together so that the right balm is available at the right time! “He healeth those that are broken in heart and giveth medicine to heal their sickness” (Ps 147:3, Prayer Book Version).