Showing posts with label trial. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trial. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2013

After Captivity, the Lions' Den

From an email to the girls, as I start the book of Daniel.
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Today I read from Daniel 1-6.

In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came to Jerusalem and besieged it. And the Lord gave Jehoiakim king of Judah into his hand . . . [and he brought out] some of the people of Israel . . . youths without blemish, of good appearance and skillful in all wisdom, endowed with knowledge, understanding learning, and competent to stand in the king's palace . . . Among these were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah of the tribe of Judah.

But Daniel resolved that he would not defile himself with the king's food, or with the wine that he drank. Therefore he asked the chief of the eunuchs to allow him not to defile himself. And God gave Daniel favor and compassion in the sight of the chief of the eunuchs,

17 As for these four youths, God gave them learning and skill in all literature and wisdom, and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams.



Daniel and his companions were likely around your age when their world was turned upside down and they were captured and deported to a foreign pagan country. Imagine their despair. God had turned over their nation to the Babylonians. The Lord himself had turned away his face from Israel and ignored the cries of these terrified young men who were chained and taken away from the only world they had ever known. They surely had fathers, siblings, and dear friends who had been slaughtered or captured as well. They were afraid, stricken with grief, and facing a future of complete unknowns.

You and I will probably not face a trial of this scale in our lifetimes. These young men either already knew--or soon learned--that God often allows terrible tragedies to occur that he might make his power and glory manifest through the difficult circumstances. He does not send the evil happenings--all bad things are caused by sin and the devil's global agenda of destruction--but God does turn such chaos into order and glory. He uses the pain as a refining fire. He uses the fear as a means to grow an iron-strong faith and dependency on his provision and providential will.

You will face difficult times. It is inevitable in this world. No one passes through without scars of one kind or another, without the marks of a lifelong struggle with sin and death. But, as a favorite author of mine says when writing on evil and suffering and the love of God [and this is not an exact quote], "God is not so much concerned as to what exactly the difficult thing is that you are going through; His concern is how you are going through it, what you are learning, what truths your heart is drinking in, what falsehoods it is purging out, what sins you are crucifying, what God you are faithfully trusting, and how you will come out of the fiery trial of testing."

Daniel was in Babylon. You are in your homes, here in a modern country, thousands of years after Daniel's life. But take both a sober warning and a joyous hope from Daniel's life--the dark days will come, and they may last longer than you think you can bear, but like Daniel, you can keep your vision narrowed on the Lord and constantly cast your weary soul before him. After the captivity may come the lions' den. But the end of the saints who persevere is a glorious crown of righteousness, and not only a heavenly reward, but even here below, a sense of joy and contentment, because this life is viewed in its proper place on the timeline of eternity: small and fleeting, but paving the way to the fulfillment of all hope.

Goodnight, sweet girls!

Monday, June 17, 2013

"True Greatness"

I graduated from nursing school last Friday. At the Pinning Ceremony, I delivered this speech to my graduating class and the audience. I wrote it a couple months ago after my classmates asked me to speak at the ceremony. I wrote it from start to finish in one sitting; it just flowed out, and I knew it was the message I had to give to them. To my knowledge, there is no recording of the actual speech, but here are my notes, reconstructed as best I can remember, for I didn't really use them once I got started. 

To my graduating class, and to you: "True Greatness"

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When asked if I would speak to you, I thought of all the typical things one hears at graduations—lots of thank-you’s, nostalgic reminiscing on the academic experience, examples of personal growth achieved over the last few years, etc. There is a time for such sentiments, but I’m not here to tell you any of that. I want to give you a benediction, a farewell, and a vision for true greatness in our new roles as nurses in a changing culture.


If we look back through history, we see billions of people who lived and died, scores of them lost to obscurity because they lived tolerant, comfortable lives and were never interested in rising out of their apathy to wage war against the evils of their eras. And yet, no matter how many centuries pass, there are a few people whose legacies still burn as bright as the day they broke out of the mold and did something that shocked the world. These people were truly great, not merely because of what they did, but because of why they did it. Their character has stood the test of time, and their vision for reformation was so powerful that they are still spoken of, still studied, still honored today. Imposters come and go, but those people, those few people, who were willing to go against the tide of their popular cultures, willing to do and say what they knew was right, even if they were all alone—these are the men and women who changed the course of history, and I am here today to tell you that you can be numbered among them.


You do not have to live your life as one of the masses, one of the millions addicted to mediocrity. You can be among those few who lived their lives with burning purpose and a far-reaching vision of integrity, honor, greatness, justice, and reformation. True greatness is not the skills of nursing—medications, IV starts, or pathophysiology. It is not about nursing theory, health care reform, evidence based practice or even therapeutic communication. These are important components of nursing practice, but if you do all these things perfectly, you will be only a competent nurse. Right? The OCNE 10 core competencies? I don’t know about you, but basic competency is not what I’m striving for. That’s a low bar. True greatness does not come from being merely competent, from thinking the way that everyone else has always thought. It comes from stepping back from the stage and re-writing the script because you can see a better ending your mind’s eye. It comes from a deeply-held conviction that the standard can, and must be, raised, and no one else is going to do it, therefore, you will.


Consider the people, who, if they had not lived by their unbreakable principles, with such consuming passion, the world today would be far different than it is, and, I think, it would be a lesser world indeed. Look at Hans and Sophie Scholl, the young brother and sister who were committed to peacefully resisting the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler in their native Germany. They wrote and distributed anti-fascist literature, even though their lives were on the line. But they were so passionate about exposing the evils of their era and the Nazi regime’s crimes against humanity that they continued doing what they knew was right—and on February 22, 1943, after being caught and turned over, both were beheaded by guillotine in a German prison. They were 25 and 22 years old. But their vision for true greatness was far bigger than their own lives, and in their deaths they woke their culture up to the evils of their age. There was another man in the same era, Chiune Sugihara, a Japanese diplomat, who was appalled at the mass execution of the Jews in Europe, and came to their aid by writing transit visas in direct disobedience to an Imperial order from his government. In fact, he was still feverishly writing and throwing visas out the back of the train as he was forced to leave Europe. The visas he gave to the Jews saved over six thousand families from extermination.  But Chiune Sugihara died in exile in Russia, stripped of his former status and disowned by his country.


Some of the truly great men and women have been dead for hundreds of years, but, thanks to their intense visions for justice, integrity, and true greatness, and their stalwart resolve to do what they knew was right, no matter how high the cost, their contributions to our world illuminate the corridor of history. But in their day, many of these were hated, rejected, misunderstood, persecuted, and even killed for their convictions, because they sought to change the world around them and right what they saw was wrong, and the world resisted as it always has and always will.


If you would be great, truly great, you must count the cost. Are you willing to put your personal comfort, recognition, or reputation on the line for someone else? Are you willing to stand alone, and defend what you know is right, even if it costs you your job? Are you willing to advocate for others when it doesn’t benefit you in the least? Are you able to lay hold of that vision of greatness, to light that torch in your own soul, and carry it through your life, even if you carry it alone? Are you willing to be misunderstood? Rejected? Hated? Are you willing to let someone else get your glory? How much will you lay down in the name of honor, integrity, and justice? If your answer isn’t “everything,” you aren’t ready. It is a paradox that transcends the ages, isn’t it—that true greatness is birthed from total sacrifice?


As a nurse, you meet people in their darkest hours, when they are broken, worn down, and afraid. Their bodies are injured or failing, and their souls may be in turmoil. You have an incredible privilege to be an agent of healing in these critical times. You have the knowledge and the skills to mend what is broken, to correct what is imbalanced. But until you have a drive that comes from within, that fuels your spirit and keeps you going even if your body is worn down, you will only be going through the motions, and the purpose is null and void, because you have no passion, no higher vision, no burning motivation to go above and beyond the call of duty for any reason other than selfish reasons. To be a nurse is to be a servant, and to be a servant is to give until you have nothing left to give, and then to keep on giving. You might ask, “What about compassion fatigue? And the importance of self-care? We can’t just give and give.” I’m not talking about a sacrifice that drains you dry and burns you out. I’m talking about understanding that the heart of nursing is to reject the stereotyped ideals of glamour, recognition, adrenaline, money—whatever it is that may have lured you into nursing to begin with. I’m talking about cultivating a heart attitude of servant hood and humility, which, although simple and modest, are in fact the cornerstones of true greatness. May it never said of us that we were the ones who were lovers of self and comfort, that we were the ones who lacked vision, and that it was on our watch that the ship went down. What a tragedy, and a shame.


You, too, can change the trajectory of the future. Is that really so lofty a goal? I don’t think so. What if, in two hundred years, long after you’re dead and gone, what you did with your life was still influencing people, changing the way they think, and shaping a world of people who do not even exist right now. That is a vision of true greatness. That is something worthy of relentless, lifelong pursuit. That is a goal that far surpasses basic competency. And that is why I am both proud and humbled—if it is possible for such opposing states to exist in one being—to be numbered among you today. Because, in this auditorium, on this day, in this year, there are people who, I believe, will choose to aim higher and reform the face of the culture in a way that changes the world for generations to come. You may have all the things you need, minus one: that undying, passionate, all-consuming vision of true greatness and sacrifice. If you make that choice, to go against the tide, to rise up and claim that vision as your own—you, my friend, will be unstoppable and your influence will reach so much farther than you can imagine.


That is my prayer for you, as we go out from this place. Remember it. Some of you I may not see again after this day has passed, but remember this, and go out from here with purpose and vision for true greatness. Thank you, my friends, and God be with you all.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Living in Limbo

I had to stay home last weekend while my family went to a conference about homeschooling and family discipleship. I wanted to go, but alas, a major, 160 question, nerve-wracking exit nursing examination was scheduled smack in the middle of it, so I couldn't go. They came home on Sunday, beaming. Inspired. Renewed. Excited. And with bag-fulls of new books and audio lectures.

They came home filled with hope to see that there are still people left in the world who love the LORD their God with all of their hearts, souls, and minds, and teach their children to love His law as well. It was good that they went.

I, however, have been in a bit of a rut. Perhaps "stalemate" would be a better word. Not afraid, not discouraged, not frustrated--I can't pinpoint it. Worn out? Burned out? Wishing the future would hurry up and pan out so I could see how things will settle? Needing more sleep? Or, all of the above.

I want to plant a garden. But, should I bother if I won't be here to tend it? The two sheep need to be sheared. Where will I store the wool if this isn't the year I can learn to spin? I have too many horses. Which ones should I sell before I move in a mere ten weeks? Who will want them anyway? When will I find time to trim the goats' hooves? And, the "check engine" light came on in my car and it started rattling. And, we have to squeeze in a post-graduation barbecue somewhere in the 24 hours before two of our guys head to Alaska for a commercial fishing season. So much to do. Plans are a-whirling. Everything's jumbled up.

In the midst of the hum, I hear, "Be still." And know that I am God.

Yes, yes. I will. I have forgotten to be still. I have forgotten to cultivate contented joy with the flurry of each day, learning to live in this limbo land of not-quite-jelled plans. They will become clear in time, in His time, when it is right to reveal them to me. It is hard to be still when pulled in a thousand directions, hard to dim the buzzing world out and think about Him. Talk to Him. Ponder what He says. Tune for His pull on the heart.

And be still.

Friday, April 19, 2013

The Speck in My Brother's Eye

For scores of Americans, this week has been one of terrible loss. From my own small town to the great metropolis of Boston, grief and terror have seen an abrupt rise to power. In my town, a fifteen year old boy killed himself last week, shocking our close-knit community. In Massachusetts, double bombings killed and maimed dozens, and emotionally scarred thousands. In Texas, a fertilizer plant explosion compounded the national chaos and loss of precious lives. Law enforcement and emergency personnel are slain in the line of duty. Children lose parents. Parents lose children. Runners lose legs. And the whole world falls to shambles. Isn't there something or someone, somewhere, to blame for this terrible mess?

Yes.

There is one terrible, hellish curse to blame for the atrocities we've seen this week. It's name is Sin, and it is the grotesque delight and consuming passion of humanity's archenemy, Satan. How he laughs when bombs detonate and chaos reigns. How his legions cheer when children die on sidewalks. What sick delight he finds in sowing seeds of darkness in every heart, cultivating his crops of terror in every corner of the globe.

It is easy in times like these to attribute the heinous insanity of Tamerlan and Dzokhar Tsarneav to devilish forces. Discussion forums across the web wish them both eternal damnation for their crimes. It's tempting to agree.

But, truthfully, do I have any right to wish that these young terrorists burn in hell? What makes them more deserving than I? The fact that they set off bombs and killed people, while I did not?

Listen to these words by C.J. Mahaney: "When I become bitter or unforgiving toward others, I’m assuming that the sins of others are more serious than my sins against God. The cross transforms my perspective. Through the cross I realize that no sin committed against me will ever be as serious as the innumerable sins I’ve committed against God. When we understand how much God has forgiven us, it’s not difficult to forgive others."

The message of the cross is not a system of "worthiness to be saved," with some people working their way to the top of a waiting list. It's not for "good people" who are proud and blind to their sins. It's for the scum of the earth, to redeem them from the destruction that reigns in their darkened hearts and consumes them with an everlasting death. And here, Jesus says to us, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, and not sacrifice.’ For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.” (see Matthew 9:11-13)

I, too, have a heart of sin like the Tsarneav brothers, like you, like every other person on this earth today. We are equally condemned in our sins. Friends, we're all the scum of the earth. 

"Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Brother, let me take out the speck that is in your eye,’ when you yourself do not see the log that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take out the speck that is in your brother's eye." (see Luke 6:41-42)

 The response to this Week of Terror ought not be bitterness, revenge, or hatred. My attitude cannot be one of scorn or mockery toward the condemned. What hypocrisy to preach mercy and salvation to all--except those who "jump off the deep end" and kill people. They ought to perish in their sins. No! My attitude must be one of tremendous grief and fervent prayer for a country reeling in the aftershock of devastation, both victims and perpetrators. All desperately need the salvation that comes through repentance and belief in the Lord Jesus Christ, a message rejected by millions, but hope and healing and life and peace to all who surrender to Him.

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Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. 

The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. 

They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.

 ~Revelation 22:1-5