Sunday, August 9, 2020

God is Not Faithful... Two Years Later, and a Little Hope

Two years ago, I wrote the single most difficult piece (to date) that I have publicly shared on my humble little blog. A year after writing that heart-rending piece, I also shared a one year update. Both of those pieces can be read HERE and HEREI wasn't sure if I would revisit "God is Not Faithful" again, but this past week I felt led to share something that I came across that might be a tiny bit of an encouragement to those still fighting for faith in the trenches. Since the anniversary of posting the two original pieces just passed, I sensed it (humbly) as a confirmation. This is going to be a very different piece from what I normally share. I want you to read the scripture for yourself and glean what God might stir in your heart. I will share a few of my own thoughts at the end.

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Last week, my daily Bible reading had me in the book of Lamentations. I am not going to "cherry pick" here. I want you to be able to read the entire chapter as a whole. Some of the trauma the author experiences might be relatable to you, and some of it might not. We all walk different journeys, so I felt it important to include the chapter fully intact here. 


LAMENTATIONS 3 (New Living Translation)

I am the one who has seen the afflictions

    that come from the rod of the Lord’s anger.
He has led me into darkness,
    shutting out all light.
He has turned his hand against me
    again and again, all day long.

He has made my skin and flesh grow old.
    He has broken my bones.
He has besieged and surrounded me
    with anguish and distress.
He has buried me in a dark place,
    like those long dead.

He has walled me in, and I cannot escape.
    He has bound me in heavy chains.
And though I cry and shout,
    he has shut out my prayers.
He has blocked my way with a high stone wall;
    he has made my road crooked.

10 He has hidden like a bear or a lion,
    waiting to attack me.
11 He has dragged me off the path and torn me in pieces,
    leaving me helpless and devastated.
12 He has drawn his bow
    and made me the target for his arrows.

13 He shot his arrows
    deep into my heart.
14 My own people laugh at me.
    All day long they sing their mocking songs.
15 He has filled me with bitterness
    and given me a bitter cup of sorrow to drink.

16 He has made me chew on gravel.
    He has rolled me in the dust.
17 Peace has been stripped away,
    and I have forgotten what prosperity is.
18 I cry out, “My splendor is gone!
    Everything I had hoped for from the Lord is lost!”

19 The thought of my suffering and homelessness
    is bitter beyond words.[a]
20 I will never forget this awful time,
    as I grieve over my loss.
21 Yet I still dare to hope
    when I remember this:

22 The faithful love of the Lord never ends![b]
    His mercies never cease.
23 Great is his faithfulness;
    his mercies begin afresh each morning.
24 I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance;
    therefore, I will hope in him!”

25 The Lord is good to those who depend on him,
    to those who search for him.
26 So it is good to wait quietly
    for salvation from the Lord.
27 And it is good for people to submit at an early age
    to the yoke of his discipline:

28 Let them sit alone in silence
    beneath the Lord’s demands.
29 Let them lie face down in the dust,
    for there may be hope at last.
30 Let them turn the other cheek to those who strike them
    and accept the insults of their enemies.

31 For no one is abandoned
    by the Lord forever.
32 Though he brings grief, he also shows compassion
    because of the greatness of his unfailing love.
33 For he does not enjoy hurting people
    or causing them sorrow.

34 If people crush underfoot
    all the prisoners of the land,
35 if they deprive others of their rights
    in defiance of the Most High,
36 if they twist justice in the courts—
    doesn’t the Lord see all these things?

37 Who can command things to happen
    without the Lord’s permission?
38 Does not the Most High
    send both calamity and good?
39 Then why should we, mere humans, complain
    when we are punished for our sins?

40 Instead, let us test and examine our ways.
    Let us turn back to the Lord.
41 Let us lift our hearts and hands
    to God in heaven and say,
42 “We have sinned and rebelled,
    and you have not forgiven us.

43 “You have engulfed us with your anger, chased us down,
    and slaughtered us without mercy.
44 You have hidden yourself in a cloud
    so our prayers cannot reach you.
45 You have discarded us as refuse and garbage
    among the nations.

46 “All our enemies
    have spoken out against us.
47 We are filled with fear,
    for we are trapped, devastated, and ruined.”
48 Tears stream from my eyes
    because of the destruction of my people!

49 My tears flow endlessly;
    they will not stop
50 until the Lord looks down
    from heaven and sees.
51 My heart is breaking
    over the fate of all the women of Jerusalem.

52 My enemies, whom I have never harmed,
    hunted me down like a bird.
53 They threw me into a pit
    and dropped stones on me.
54 The water rose over my head,
    and I cried out, “This is the end!”

55 But I called on your name, Lord,
    from deep within the pit.
56 You heard me when I cried, “Listen to my pleading!
    Hear my cry for help!”
57 Yes, you came when I called;
    you told me, “Do not fear.”

58 Lord, you have come to my defense;
    you have redeemed my life.
59 You have seen the wrong they have done to me, Lord.
    Be my judge, and prove me right.
60 You have seen the vengeful plots
    my enemies have laid against me.

61 Lord, you have heard the vile names they call me.
    You know all about the plans they have made.
62 My enemies whisper and mutter
    as they plot against me all day long.
63 Look at them! Whether they sit or stand,
    I am the object of their mocking songs.

64 Pay them back, Lord,
    for all the evil they have done.
65 Give them hard and stubborn hearts,
    and then let your curse fall on them!
66 Chase them down in your anger,
    destroying them beneath the Lord’s heavens.

The author's sorrow is tangible. He (most scholars attribute the author to be Jeremiah, but I am not a theologian, and the strict importance isn't prevalent to the point I want to make) feels crippled, debilitated, abandoned, lost, confused, and hopeless for most of the entire chapter. However, a third of the way into the chapter, a few steel verses undergird this crisis and its truth bridges his grief beginning with three little letters: 

YET. 


"Yet I still dare to HOPE when I remember this: The faithful love of the Lord never ends. His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning... The Lord is my inheritance; therefore I will hope in him." (Lamentations 3:21-23)

There have been songs and books written about these verses. They are familiar and held dear by many Christians. To some, the familiarity may have reached the status of distasteful platitude, and maybe you'd rather not hear them while you feel swallowed up in your own pain. To the latter group, I pray that my simple thoughts might bring you some fresh hope. 

"I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss." (Lamentations 3:20)

When I read this verse this past week, the word grieve stood out to me. It is present tense. The author is currently grieving. His grief hasn't passed. He is still in the midst of pain, pain which he is forthcoming, transparent, and bold about. Right in the middle of that piercing pain, right in the middle of the mess of life and the anguish and sorrow, the author declares his truth that everything is NOT OKAY, yet he also declares further truth that GOD'S LOVE IS FAITHFUL and HIS MERCIES NEVER END. These are not mutually exclusive. They are both possible at the same time. In fact, because life is so...well...life-y, it is PROBABLE that both truths coexist. I am not going to get into all the ways that the church and Christians sometimes dismiss pain and expect rapid surrender to God. I simply want to leave you with the encouragement that in the midst of grief, loss, pain, sorrow, doubt, and anguish there is a yet, and the yet is the faithfulness of God that loves you and floods you with his mercy. I hope like Jeremiah and ragamuffin little me, too, that you will "still DARE to HOPE." You are heard, you are not abandoned, you are loved, you are seen, you are redeemed. Even if you don't feel it. Even if you are suffering. In grace, I humbly share...

"Therefore, I will hope in him." (Lamentations 3:24).