During a time of prayer, I was reminded of a particularly painful moment in my life involving our youngest daughter Rebekah. As I remember, she was somewhere between her first and second birthday, when our household got hit with a particularly bad bout of the stomach flu. I’m pretty sure that all of us took a turn with it, and in the midst of that time, Bekah (who weighed less than 20 lbs.) began to turn blue. Needless to say, we were more than a little concerned, as I rushed her to the emergency room. Immediately, they determined that she was severely dehydrated, and that they needed to start an IV. They wanted me to wait outside while they executed that plan, but I calmly (& firmly) assured them that I was quite unwilling to leave her side. As they went about the task of trying to locate one of her tiny veins, Bekah fought like the warrior God made her to be, which made the already daunting task nearly impossible. It literally took four adults to hold her down, and it still required eight tries before the nurse was able to connect with a vein. As Bekah screamed out in pain, her beautiful gray eyes were fixed on me, and as near as I could tell, the question in her tiny heart was, “Why are you letting them do this to me daddy?” In her short life, no one had ever really hurt her, and in as much as a baby can, she trusted that she was safe with me. Now, I not only stood by while they pierced her over and over again, I was actually one of the people holding her down while they did it. It was an excruciating moment, and one that I’d long since pushed out of my mind. Bekah is now in High School, and she has grown into a strong and beautiful young woman. So why go back and revisit this awful memory?
As I meditated on this scene, I found myself wanting to answer her inferred question. “I let this happen because it was the only way you were going to get better,” I thought. And while I know that is the truth, I also realized how little difference that would have made in the midst of her pain. In her tiny heart it must have seemed that I was allowing them to torment her, and maybe even that I was helping them. My heart ached at the remembrance of the hurt and confusion in her face; and as I pondered what the Lord was trying to show me, I realized that He was helping me to understand what it can be like for Him, and with His children, as we experience painful and/or difficult situations. Like baby Bekah, we don’t necessarily see or understand the bigger picture; we simply know that we don’t feel good, that our sense of security is quickly evaporating, and that we are in genuine pain. Such instances can breed doubts that linger long after the moment has past. We may feel abandoned in our hour of need, or betrayed by the one who was supposed to protect us, or maybe we conclude that there is something so wrong with us that we are beyond help (or at least unworthy of it). These kinds of thoughts tear at the fiber of our faith, and distort the nature of who God is, and who we are to Him.
The Bible says that God works all things to the good of those who love Him, and who are called to His purpose. I believe that we often twist those words to imply that we should never suffer, but clearly that’s not what it means. In fact, the scripture tells us that “Jesus learned obedience from the things He suffered.” If the Son of God, a man of perfect faith, had to learn that way, how do we think that we can avoid it. God views us, and our lives, through the lens of eternity; so just as it was with Bekah, a relatively brief period of suffering can produce a harvest of life and wellness. In His humanness, Jesus spoke directly to this issue in the Garden of Gethsemane, where He essentially said, “Father, if there is some other way to achieve Your eternal purposes for my life, I’d rather not endure what’s about to happen. But if this is the only way to orchestrate the redemption of mankind, then so be it.” The scripture tells us that Jesus “endured the cross, despising it’s shame.” We too will have to endure some things, and we may also despise the process, but instead of being discouraged, and feeling abandoned, we need to remember that we have a Father who is able to work all things to our eternal good. And just as I was unwilling to leave Bekah’s bedside, we also need to remember that He is a God who never leaves us nor forsakes us.
50 Shades of Gray – Revisited
February 13, 2015 by bjcorbin
I originally wrote this piece when the “Fifty Shades of Grey” books were ruling the best seller list. Now that the movie is being released, I find it sad to see how much further our society has progressed down this road. Obviously, the “Grey” referred to in the title of the book is the name of the main character, but to be sure there is an intent of blurring the lines of what is reasonable and acceptable within the context of the story. While the book tries to come on as some sort of psychological intrigue, the draw is ultimately the explicit sexual content. It’s really just fluffed up porn, but we like to think of it as being somehow more sanitary and appropriate than renting videos from the local “Adult” superstore. That seems to be the pattern in our culture. We keep looking for ways to push the boundaries of what is acceptable, and then find ways to legitimize it in our minds. We’ve got phenomenally popular artists like Rihanna, Miley Cyrus, and Nicki Minaj, who are trying to sell our young women on the idea that flaunting their anatomy will ultimately empower them, when in fact; it leads to the most ancient form of slavery known to mankind. Check out the cover of the new Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. We rationalize that this has something to do with sports or swimsuits, but it’s just another repackaging of the same old thing. For most men (& boys), it will be the only Sports Illustrated they purchase this year. All of these things are meant to activate the same trigger, and they do. But like a patient who is provided with a button to dispense their own medication, we quickly find out that it never really gets us where we want to be. We can convince ourselves that all of this is really harmless, but make no mistake; it’s carrying us, and more importantly our children, down a path that we are sure to regret. The fruit of these things is already beginning to blossom, but we as a culture are unwilling to connect the dots. There is no blindness as profound as the refusal to see.
50 Shades of Gray
There must be 50 shades of gray
Maybe even more
But they’re nothing more than shadows
And a place to lose our way
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No one ever sets out to be a hypocrite, or a liar, or a cheat
Yet, every day we find a way
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It’s not the things we call “evil” that so entangle us
It’s the things that we’ve justified as being “good”
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It’s the pursuit of “having it all”, that so often costs us the things that matter most
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There must be 50 shades of gray
Maybe even more
But they’re nothing more than shadows
And a place where we can hide
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No one ever sets out to be an addict, or a prostitute, or a thief
Yet, every day we find a way
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It’s not as much a question of our history
As it is the conclusions that we’ve drawn from it
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It’s ultimately self-deception that paves the road to self-destruction
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There must be 50 shades of gray
Maybe even more
But they’re nothing more than shadows
And a place for us to perish
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No one ever sets out to be a pedophile, or a rapist, or a murderer
Yet, every day we find a way
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Many of us choose to explore our dark side
But none of us ever finds the bottom of it
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The poison gets harder to detect when you take it one drop at a time
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There must be 50 shades of gray
Maybe even more
But they’re nothing more than shadows
And only the light can set us free
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