Happy Monday! I laugh when people begin to talk about how their parents raised them, particularly the varieties of reprimands they endured. They discuss with a sense of pride how dads or moms creatively corrected. These conversations usually take place after experiencing the behavior of some children they’ve observed at some point where everyone can agree on how horribly behaved they are. My children and their friends, even many former students of mine often tell me how glad they are because I was hard on them. I disciplined them.
One particular Sabbath, during the service, I went so far as to take my children to the van, leave my husband in church, drive 30 minutes home, spank them, then come back to church. The worst part for them was thinking they were being rewarded by leaving early, then discovering that wasn’t the case. I’ve never had a child say to me, they didn’t love me for my correction, in fact, I’m happy to say, I don’t know a child who is grown today or has been under my care in some way who doesn’t actually love me. And I love them, really, not just my own but all of them. I know there must be some who don’t like me, but I honestly don’t know of any. I’m human, I’m flawed, but absolutely love children and desire them to be and do their best. Sometimes, not often but sometimes, they need correction from behind! They need time out, they need to be talked to sternly so they get it. Children need discipline. Children need boundaries, and hugs and approval, and to be applauded, encouraged. All of that is love. Why? So they can be the best they can be, and do the best they can do. For their sake and the sake of others.
I’m Gods child and sometimes, when I think I’m doing so well, but not; He stops me in my tracks. I don’t like it. I don’t think I deserve it. But, He’s Daddy! He wants me to be the best I can be. He wants me to do the best I can do. It’s all for me. God loves me! He loves me enough to break my bones! He gives me hard trials, suffering, loss, pandemics. He allows others to show me their horrible selves so like a mirror I can see who I don’t want to be, and sometimes who I am but don’t see it. He breaks my bones!
Psalm 51: 6-8. Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts (inward parts). And on the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom. Purge me ( free me from moral defilement), with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me hear joy and gladness, that the bones You have broken, (You have broken) May rejoice!
Pandemics, racism, loss, sickness; God is not blind nor uninformed. He loves us, deeply! More than any love we can imagine. He hasn’t left, and He’s in every aspect of your life and mine. There’s a song written by Edwin Hawkins; the lyrics are: “The devil told me I could not stand, all the sin and the darkness he had spread throughout the land. Just looked at the drugs and disease, ( I’ll add hate). Who will be able to escape? But the word of God spoke swiftly to me, and said God will make a way!
This is a mess we’re in. There are things we can’t ignore or fail to do. Use God, wisdom, and common sense. And in every action, comment or thought let the goal be love, real love, correcting love. But don’t lose hope. Don’t lose faith.
The bridge of the song says, “grab hold, don’t let go, hold on for life! Place your feet on a solid foundation, set your eyes on Christ!” Whatever you’re experiencing, don’t run from it, face it head on, and trust God! Turn to Him and ask Him what it is you need to learn in this. If you are His child, if you’re more than just a person who practices a religion, because of tradition, then know this breaking of the legs, IS FOR YOUR GOOD!
Are you unforgiving, He’s breaking your legs! Are you judgmental and a gossip, He is breaking your legs. Are you a cheater and selfish, a pretender, unconcerned about others, He’s breaking your legs. Are you prejudiced or racist? Do you have a filthy mouth? God is breaking your legs. Are you worshipping yourselves at your “worship” services? He’s breaking your legs. Are you not living up to your potential? Daddy is breaking your legs. Walk with your crutches, today; your Bible and prayer, and learn the lessons He’s trying to teach. Lamentations 3:28-33. When life is heavy and hard to take...bow in prayer...God will never walk out and fail to return. If He works severely, He works tenderly. Hold on! This can still be a Happy Monday because hope’s name is Jesus!