I don’t swear very often. It’s not ladylike, I find it unprofessional, and most of the time I think it’s completely unnecessary. When I do swear, it’s under very specific circumstances, in which I’m typically trying to make a particular point.
But no matter what, I sure as heck don’t swear at church. My inner Baptist knows that swearing in church ranks up there with those horrible sins like wearing tank tops, listening to “Christian rock,” and reading something other than the King James Version. It’s simply not something a good Christian girl does.
But this morning at church, while they never came out of my mouth, a few choice 4-letter words crossed my mind.
Looking For Answers
We all go to church for different reasons. Some go for the fellowship, some for the worship, and some for the Starbucks in the lobby. But most of us go in search of answers to life’s challenges.
As on any other typical Sunday morning, I entered the house of God hoping to receive a word I could carry with me through the week. Something hopeful. Something uplifting. Something warm and fuzzy.
What I got was anything but.
Strength in the Storm
My Bible study group is reading Find Your Brave by Holly Wagner. It’s about surviving the storms that life inevitably throws at us, and how to stand strong in the midst of the waves. (BTW, you should totally read it.)
The book uses the story of the Apostle Paul’s shipwreck to teach us that when storms arise, we can trust God to see us through to the other side. Yes, we have to hold on tight in the meantime, and put in significant effort while en route to the shore, but God will get us there eventually.
Keep the faith – every storm runs out of rain at some point.
Gosh Darn It
So there I was in church this morning, with a particular storm in mind, waiting for that word of hope. Waiting to hear that the storm would pass soon, because I’ve been trying to escape this storm for several years now – surely it’s almost over, right?
But that’s not the word God had for me.
The word was one I desperately didn’t want to hear. Literally just one word. The word was STAY.
Well @#$%, I thought. I don’t want to stay. I want to leave. Escape. Move on to bigger and better things. Not hunker down and lean in.
Not cool, Pastor Charlie. Not cool at all.
And just in case I missed the memo, after church I read the next chapter of the book for Bible study. It was titled “Don’t Quit!” Are you freaking kidding me?
Sometimes God speaks to us in that “still, small voice” – that inner peace that confirms what we know to be true in the Bible. And sometimes, well, sometimes we need something a little more blatant – a veritable sparkling, flashing billboard that says “Go this way.”
Or in my case, “Stay where you are.”
Thanks for that…I think?
(PS – Apparently, I’m a slow learner: https://gunsandbarbells.com/2016/03/15/hope-in-the-wilderness/)
One thought on “Well, @#$%.”
I might interpret “stay” as, “figure it right now and where you are first before moving on”. I’ve seen more than few who left behind something only to find themselves shipwrecked in uncertainty or to be less abstract- unemployed. I know in my instance years ago, the sledgehammer question to my head was..”am I leaving because I’m unhappy? or because I’m unfulfilled?”