My health
has deteriorated drastically over the last two years. My mind wants to do the
things I once did, but my body will not allow it. I try to continue to go to
church on Sundays because I have a strong desire to do so and go to the mall
coffee shop a few times a week to satisfy friends. Each and every time I do I
wonder if it is really worth it?
Personally, it is too much of a struggle and drains me of every ounce of energy
that I have, not to mention the chest pain and shortness of breath.
Lately something
small always happens that causes me to make negative comments. Things that once
would not have bothered me now drive me nuts. Little things like people eating
with their hands in nice restaurants instead of using utensils, unattended
children in the coffee shop splashing your coffee as they run and hit your
table, people who see you walking to get in a taxi and know you are walking
with a cane and assistance from someone else, but will run and get the taxi
ahead of you. I spiral downward and seem
to be unable not to make nasty comments.
I then
regret going out of the house. I begin to think I gave my life to Christ
wanting to be used by Him, but I expected to serve out of my strength and not
my weakness. It is hard to serve when you no longer feel adequate to do so.
As usual for
this time of year I began to study the Christmas story. It hit me yesterday how
Mary must have felt. I did a piece sometime back that I did not understand why
people think the birth of Christ was a walk in the park for Mary.
How many
friends and neighbors do you think really believed Mary was a virgin? Her pregnancy must have been a scandal and
the focal point of gossipers. Her family must have felt disgraced. Joseph at
first did not even believe God had called Mary to give birth to Christ.
I wonder if
Mary at times thought I did not sign on for this public humiliation. Did she
ever say, ‘you are God why can’t you handle this better?’ Do you think Mary
ever ask God will this one day get better? After all Mary was mortal, not a
god.
I just do
not believe Mary was totally jubilant as she struggled, pregnant, the last
eighty miles to Bethlehem. She may have said some unkind words at times. She
had no one to make the trip easier except Joseph. I know we vision her riding
upon a donkey because that is what we see in pictures, but the Bible says
nothing about a donkey. I believe Mary walked the eighty miles. How many
pregnant women about to give birth do you know that would or could go on an
eighty mile hike?
Why was
Joseph’s family not traveling with them? They were required to go to Bethlehem
for the census just as Joseph was. Do you think the family may not have wanted
to be seen with them because they were ashamed of Mary’s pregnancy? All we
really know is there was no prearranged place for them to stay. Joseph must
have had family that lived in Bethlehem. No one seems to have felt an
obligation to give up their bed for a pregnant woman.
Did Mary not
wonder why God had not intervened to make things easier for her? Scripture does
not record that this birth was anything other than ordinary. It appears to me
to have been a bloody and painful birth as all births are. She gave birth and the baby was placed in
swaddling cloth as all babies were at the time. It seems to have been a normal
human birthing.
It would
have been normal for family to have been present for the birth. The Bible
records Mary and Joseph were alone. It makes no mention of family. Why did the
family choose to stay away? Do you not think this would have made the situation
even more difficult for a new mother?
I am not a
woman, but I have counsel with lots of pregnant women. I have never met a woman
about to give birth or has just given birth that her body chemistry was normal.
All sorts of things must have gone through Mary’s mind – is this place safe, is
this place clean, where do I lay the baby, God is this what you really planned
for us and is this really the Son of God?
Signs in the
Bible were significant. Can you imagine how relieved Mary must have been when
the shepherds came and told Mary and Joseph all that had happened? Angels had
proclaimed their child’s birth. The shepherds were Mary’s confirmation that her
baby was the Son of God.
The
Shepherd’s needed a sign to let them know they were in the right place. They
were told: “…you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a
manger.” The messy, dirty, smelly feeding trough was the sign that God used to
show the shepherds where the Savior lay.
Mary needed
a sign, the shepherds needed a sign and we sometimes need a sign in order to
know that we are still in God’s will. That God is still with us and we are
still being used by God. I just posted a piece on Mother Teresa and she had
been looking for a sign before her death.
But what if
the confirmation or sign from God is that things will continue to get more difficult
and more humbling than we expected? The opposite of what we wanted? What if the
confirmation or sign is that God is with us in our lonely/hard places, but things will remain hard and lonely? What if
the confirmation or sign is our manger?
When our
plans are falling apart, our lives feel unimportant and we are hoping for
something better/easier, perhaps we are exactly where God wants us to be. That
is what I have to accept and Mother Teresa had to accept, but it is sometimes
difficult to accept that God knows best, but we must.
So as I
grief over my weakness and disappointments, I recall the manger. My suffering
is not pretty. It’s painful and humbling, but with the Holy Spirit's help I can
still glorify God.
God can use
our pain and humiliation to bring him the greatest glory. God’s kingdom does
not operate as our earthly kingdom does: “The last shall be first, the weak
shall be strong, and the foolish shall shame the wise.” Those are strange
principles for humans, but strange or not that is what Christians are called to
accept as a way of life.
I am called
with the help of the Holy Spirit to show strength to others in this time of
weakness. I am called to show that I can maintain faith in these times of
trials. I am called to demonstrate that I still have hope. I am called to allow
God to use me in spite of my circumstances the same as Mary and Mother Teresa.
Losing my
temper, replying with unkind words, being impatient does not help me or others
and it certainly prevents God from using me. So, this Christmas season and
every day that follows I will try harder than I have in recent months to be
what God wants me to be while continuing to look for a sign that God still has
a use for me.
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