Continuing to Trust

I ran across something recently that floored me. It’s one of those Paul Harvey-type of stories that always end with something along the lines of “and now you know the rest of the story.”

The gist is that you can trust God when life doesn’t play out like you thought it would or even how you planned for it to go. You can script your plans down to the nth degree, but still life happens and plans change and you end up in a place you never thought you’d be. What then?

Stay the course and trust God. Or better yet, trust God more than you trust in your plans. God is the only one who never changes. He’s the only one who sits outside of history and knows all of it. He sees the big picture, including how it’s all going to play out. Trust Him.

“A young Dutch apprentice named Wilhelm wanted to become a preacher. In 1879, his zeal brought him to the coal fields of southern Belgium as a missionary. Miners and their families were captivated by the young man’s selflessness. As often happened, there was a mining disaster, and scores were injured. No one fought harder to save the miners than Wilhelm. Afterward, villagers flocked to hear his sermons. When a church official visited the village, they found Wilhelm living in a tiny hut, dressed in tattered clothes. When questioned about what he had done with his salary, Wilhelm said he had given it to the miners and their families. The church official determined Wilhelm had misused the funds and dismissed him from his position. He felt dejected—perhaps even abandoned by God.

Late one afternoon, Wilhelm watched an old miner bending beneath the enormous weight of a full sack of coal. He pulled an old tattered envelope from his pocket and began sketching the figure of the man. Every day, he used his pencil and paper to sketch more of the villagers, whom he had come to love. Through the majesty of his art, he was able to share God with the villagers. Much later, his sketches and other artworks found a wider audience. The young man who wanted to be a minister was Vincent Wilhelm Van Gogh.

Through the circumstances of his life, Van Gogh came to know the sovereignty of God in a very personal way. The Lord’s plan for the young Dutchman was different from what he had anticipated, and it was revealed to him little by little as the minister-turned-artist continued to live out his faith in the Lord. He had not been abandoned, and neither have you. God is near, always loving, always ready to offer His mercy and compassion in your need. Just as He had a plan for Wilhelm, He has a plan for you and for this nation. Continue to trust Him.”

Obscure But Not Forgotten

“All these I have mentioned died in faith without receiving the full promises, although they saw the fulfillment as though from a distance. These people accepted and confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on this earth because people who speak like this make it plain that they are still seeking a homeland. If this was only a bit of nostalgia for a time and place they left behind, then certainly they might have turned around and returned. But such saints as these look forward to a far better place, a heavenly country. So God is not ashamed to be called their God because He has prepared a heavenly city for them” (Hebrews 11:13-16, The Voice).

I recently saw an episode of Doctor Who where the Doctor and Amy Pond were able to visit Vincent Van Gogh. One of the most poignant moments was when they took him to 2010 Paris and to a museum where many of his famous art pieces were on display. He was finally able to see and feel the immense appreciation for his life’s work.

Of course, that’s how it should have played out. In reality, he only ever sold one painting during his lifetime (and that was to a family friend). He never knew he would one day be considered one of the greatest painters the world has ever known.

I also remembered a documentary I saw about an artist named Rodriguez who was relegated to obscurity here in the States but became a phenomenon in South Africa. For years, he was working as a day laborer, unaware that he was bigger than Elvis or the Beatles to the majority of South Africans.

Some of us feel like that. We often feel forgotten and neglected and unappreciated. At times, a lot of us will wonder if any of what we did made any difference at all, even if the world would have been better off if we had ever existed.

What you do matters. People are watching. You may never know how far the ripples of your little acts of kindness will travel. You may end up touching the lives of many whom you will never meet.

Ultimately, God knows. He sees what is done in secret and rewards those who persevere without recognition. A life of faithfulness is never a wasted life.

I end with a favorite movie line from Gladiator that fits in perfectly: what we do here echoes in eternity.

 

Things I Love 30: That’s The Way Love Goes

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“Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perserverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?” (Ann Voskamp)

“The practice of giving thanks…eucharisteo…this is the way we practice the presence of God, stay present to His presence, and it is always a practice of the eyes. We don’t have to change what we see. Only the way we see.” (Ann Voskamp)

The big 3-0. That’s how many blogs I’ve written in this series. It seems like only yesterday that I was writing the first one. Actually, it was more like three weeks ago. Maybe four. But here I am yet again, starting out with #871.

871) Still having peace and joy after being defriended on Facebook for no apparent reason (at least none that was given with no chance to correct whatever I did wrong).

872) The comfort of chocolate ice cream.

873) That Aslan is on the move.

874) A surprise visit from a friendly neighborhood cat.

875) Hanging out with my sister when it’s just the two of us, even if it’s at Michael’s.

876) Lucy the Wonder Kitty half-asleep and purring in my lap.

877) Those times when God reminds me gently that He is all I really need.

878) Salted peanuts.

879) Being able to let go and move on.

880) Seeing pictures of my friends John and Michelle’s new baby and knowing she will be loved.

881) The way my old dog Murphy used to sigh with contentment at the end of a long day.

882) Being an Eagle Scout.

883) Adele’s voice.

884) Having a great weekend to look forward to.

885) Not giving a . . . well, crap about what other people think anymore.

886) The tender yet relentless pursuit of the Father for His children (including me).

887) My coffee table book of Ansel Adams photography that I picked up at an estate sale for $5.

888) Red Velvet anything.

889) God using people like the Apostle Peter and the Apostle Paul.

890) My big book of Vincent Van Gogh artwork.

891) Friends who refuse to give up on other friends.

892) That last bit of sleep just before I have to wake up in the morning.

893) My friend who recently moved to Orlando and who is one of the sweetest kindest people I’ve been blessed to know.

894) Visions of lambs lying down with lions and being unafraid.

895) Red kool-aid. As long as it’s not during VBS.

896) A really good foot massage.

897) Running water, indoor plumbing, and all those other things I take for granted that half the world would love to have.

898) My very swanky Mr. Rogers t-shirt.

899) When I stop trying to define who my neighbor is and start trying to be one.

900) Big Red gum.

901) That I’m down to less than 100 things I love left. Maybe

902) Finding the perfectly random pin on Pinterest.

903) Google Chrome (much more than Internet Explorer).

904) Purple stuff (way more than Tang).

905) 10,000 years to sing of 10,000 reasons to bless the Lord.