Does God Give Us More Than We Can Handle?

I recently had someone ask me as a pastor, "Is it true that 'God doesn't give us more than we can handle'? Because right now it sure feels like He has."

It is an interesting question.

Does God give us more than we can handle?

Here was my response:

Biblically God often gives us more than we can handle. If we could handle it on our own, then we wouldn't need God.

The psalmists often experienced times when God seemed distant and uninterested.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak. O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled, but You, O Lord—How long? …I am weary with my groaning; all night I make my bed swim. I drench my couch with tears. (Psalm 6:2-3, 6)

Job, of course, experienced the worst of trials that a person could experience–losing all his possessions, all his children, and even his physical health in a matter of days. Soon he despaired of his very life.

Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb? …Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in? For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings pour out like water. For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me, and what I dreaded has happened to me. I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes. (Job 3:11, 23-26)

Paul also struggled with a thorn in the flesh that he begged God to remove.

And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure. Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)

If you told these people that "God doesn't give us more than we can handle," then they would have begged to differ. These things all felt like they were much more than they could handle. They had to seek supernatural strength and peace just to make it through the day. And the process felt like a type of dying. This is how Paul describes it.

For we do not want you to be unaware, brothers, of the affliction we experienced in Asia. For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death. (2 Corinthians 1:8-9a)

Paul experienced a burden that was more than he could handle. It was beyond his strength. It was so heavy that Paul felt like he had been given a death sentence. But here is what he learned as he went through this difficulty…

But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead. (2 Corinthians 1:9b)

So instead of saying that God doesn't give us more than we can handle, a better statement would be…

God gives us more than we can handle so that His hand is all that we can hold onto.

I wish I could say that things will get better quickly or that the pain will go away or that the process will be easy. But I can't. All I can say is that God will not abandon You and He will give you the strength to make it through…day by day…step by step…and that at the end of His refinement process the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ (1 Peter 1:7).

That is the hope that we have in Jesus Christ…the One who loves us, the One who died for us, the One who rose again, and the One is coming back to wipe away every tear.

I will pray for you as you walk this journey. 

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Why We Must Speak Out for the Persecuted Church

The recent beheading of 21 Egyptian Coptic Christians woke me up.

I have prayed for the persecuted church and have faithfully supported ministries like Open Doors and Voice of the Martyrs. But I don't think I have ever been confronted with such brutality and blatant hatred toward Christians. 21 Egyptian Christians were marched out to the beach and systematically murdered…in a slickly (and sickly) produced video for the world to see. This is public execution taken to the furthest extremes in our digital, media-addicted world.

Unfortunately, it is just the tip of the iceberg.

Away from the camera-captured brutality of ISIS, Christian men, women, and children are being oppressed, threatened, imprisoned, sold as sex slaves, and executed in Nigeria, Iraq, Syria, Sudan, Somalia, Afghanistan, Iran, Libya, and in many other nations around the world.

What can we do?

Pray. It sounds like a cliche but, in the face of persecution, our first priority as believers is to pray. As John Calvin said, "Against the persecution of a tyrant the godly have no remedy but prayer." Voice of the Martyrs has a that is a good place to start. When we pray, God not only responds but changes us in the process. So get on your knees and pray.

Give. Support ministries that support the persecuted church and also work to spread the gospel in restricted lands. Open Doors, Voice of the Martyrs, and Samaritan's Purse are the ministries that immediately come to my mind. I am sure that there are others. Just as the apostle Paul spent a large majority of his ministry raising money for the persecuted church in Jerusalem, we should make giving to the persecuted church a high priority as well. For the ministry of this service is not only supplying the needs of the saints but is also overflowing in many thanksgivings to God (2 Corinthians 9:12). So click a link to one of these ministries above and give.

Speak Out. Proverbs 31:8 says, Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Just as we are to pray for governmental leaders to provide liberty and protection to believers (1 Timothy 2:1-2), we certainly should speak out for that liberty and protection as well…especially if we have the opportunity to do so. With all the potential negative aspects of social media, the one positive aspect is the ability to spread the message of the gospel and to alert others to the injustices committed against our brothers and sisters in Christ.

In that vein, I started a petition to encourage President Obama to clearly acknowledge and speak out for persecuted Christians and denouce Islamic extremism which is responsible for much of the persecution around the world.

Why did I do this?

Primarily because I could. I wrote an email to him and saw the opportunity to start a petition at We the People. It may not go anywhere (it needs at least 150 signatures to "go live") but it was at least an opportunity to get the word out there in a different kind of way.

Two disclaimers about the petition…

I am not trying to be political. I certainly disagree with President Obama on a number of issues but I have prayed for him and continue to do so. The escalating persecution of Christians (and Jews) around the world is not a Republican or Democratic issue. It should concern us all. And when our President, for some reason, refuses to clearly call it what it is, it should bother us all. This is not a time for our leadership to be politically correct but to be boldly direct.

I am not making a statement against Muslim people. In fact, many of the people being brutally killed by ISIS are Muslims. And I am thankful that Egypt, as a Muslim-majority nation, has responded against ISIS for the killing of these 21 Coptic Christians. However, to act as if Islamic extremism doesn't exist is to be naive, willfully blind, or deceptive. As a recent Atlantic article pointed out, ISIS, if anything, is Islam taken to its most literal and extreme form. We cannot hope to counteract and defeat an enemy if we are afraid to even identify it.

So now is the time to pray, give, and speak out. I know that there are many other issues out there, but few (if any) are more important at this present time, especially for the believer in Christ. If one part [of the church of Christ] suffers, every part suffers with it (1 Corinthians 12:26a).

And whether one is a Christian or not, ISIS and similar Islamic extremist groups cannot be ignored or underestimated. They are more devoted, more deceived, more barbaric, and potentially more dangerous than Nazism (if that can be imagined).

If their brutality doesn't wake us up, then we are not just asleep. We are dead.

Perhaps literally.

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What I Learned from Scottish Dancing

I never thought I would try Scottish dancing.

Never.

To me, the words "Scottish dancing" brought up images of men dancing in kilts to strange bagpipe music in some kind of Riverdance-looking line dance. Not a pleasant mental image.

But for the past few weeks I have gone with my wife to a Scottish dancing class in our church foyer. Yes, dancing in the church foyer is another image I thought I would never see. But I digress…

There is a lady in our church from Scotland whose daughter is getting married this weekend. Many of her relatives are coming from Scotland and they are expecting some good ol' Scottish dancing during the wedding reception. Unfortunately they will be disappointed with the "good" part but there will be some ol' fashioned Scottish dancing at this American wedding. Of course, after seeing us Americans try to dance to their music, they may wish they would have kept their William Wallace inspired wishes to themselves. But I digress again…

I am performing the wedding ceremony but I had no intention of learning Scottish dancing. I figured there might be 4 people showing up for such a class. Quaint idea. Good luck trying to get someone to come. But without me knowing it, my wife signed us up. She didn't reveal this little tidbit of information to me until about an hour before the first class.

"Honey, we have to leave in an hour."

"Where are we going?"

"To the Scottish dancing class."

I nearly choked on my mini-wheats.

My first inclination was to say "no" but in reality I had no excuse not to go. And I have to admit that there was a small part of me that wanted to learn to dance with my wife. After all, when you are a Bible college grad from a conservative Baptist background, dancing is not a part of your training. The whole "dancing" in the Bible thing is sort of skipped over. So the only time I had ever danced with my wife was a slow dance at a wedding or two. Is that really dancing? Or just swaying back and forth while hugging?

Realizing my woeful dancing deficiences, I figured what could be the harm in trying Scottish dancing for one hour. As long as no one is wearing a kilt we should be okay.

Well, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I can't dance worth a lick but I certainly had fun…and had a cardio workout at the same time.

St. Bernard's Waltz, the Dashing White Sergeant, the Military Two-Step, Strip the Willow, and, my favorite, the Canadian Barn Dance (though I am not sure why the Scots are dancing in Canadian barns). All of them have specific steps that repeat over and over and generally move in a giant circle…with a lot of clapping, skipping, and "yeehaws" thrown in for fun. (I don't think the Scots do the "yeehaw" part.)

Not only was I surprised at how much I enjoyed it but I was also surprised that over 40 people showed up at different times to learn it. In fact, last night at our final lesson, we had just about all 40 people there. At one point, I sat back and watched…totally drained after dashing around during the Dashing White Sergeant.

I was amazed at what I saw. Young and old. Male and female. Several generations. Dancing together. Smiling together.

It hit me all at once.

Our culture…my generation…has missed something. We have lost the ability, the opportunity, for several generations to enjoy activities together. To watch a teen-aged grandson dance with his grandmother was both amazing and, well, simply inspiring. To see my wife dance with one of our sons was a blessing and a joy.

I also noticed how male and female of different ages could enjoy spending time together and get to know one another in a healthy, fun environment. This is so rare today. Our culture has sexualized virtually everything. Guys and girls don't even know how to relate to one another, how to spend time with one another, without the temptation of sex being forced into the picture.

The generations have been separated. Friendships have been isolated. Sex has been elevated. Our culture has degenerated. And we are all feeling the effects.

Okay, I admit, that is a lot to take from a Scottish dancing lesson. So, lest I digress again, let me just sum this up in a single thought:

The Scots sure know how to celebrate at a wedding…and how to build a culture that makes a wedding a true celebration.

So I will dance a jig for the Scots.

But I still won't wear that kilt.

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Achilles Rupture: 5 Years Later

IMG_20141122_084134799[1]On November 21, 2009, I ruptured my Achilles tendon during a taekwondo graduation. I was a 41-year old (thinking that I was a 21-year old) sparring a 16-year old. Trying to impress, I started to launch into a jump front kick and never made it off the ground. In fact, I ended up on the ground writhing in pain.

It felt like someone swung a baseball bat at the back of my leg. But there was no one behind me…and no baseball bat…and, for the people gathered at the taekwondo graduation, no reason for me to be rolling around on the mat before I had even been kicked. I wasn't sure what had happened but I had a feeling that it wasn't good.

A trip to the emergency room confirmed what I had come to suspect: a ruptured Achilles.

The next six months were some of the most eventful days of my life. Surgery. Casts. Wheelchairs. Crutches. Physical therapy. Learning to walk again. During the same time in my life, our family made a major move from New Jersey to Louisiana. A new city. A new church. A new ministry. And a new chapter in our lives.

Five years. It is hard to believe.

My left heel still doesn't feel quite normal…though I have gotten used to the new "norm." My left Achilles is tighter, thicker. I can flex both feet back about the same but I can't point my left foot near as far as my right. And I can't curl my toes on my left foot. Perhaps if I would have continued my exercises after my physical therapy sessions ended, then I would have better flexibility with my left foot today. But I didn't and so I sort of have what I have.

Overall, it doesn't bother me. I am generally able to walk and run without hindrance…though I simply am not as active as I used to be. I have started taking taekwondo again but I go sporadically and I am about as good as I was back then. Not very good. Perhaps the only difference is that instead of being a 41-year old thinking I am a 21-year old, now I am a 46-year old who knows and feels like he is 46.

Aging is a humbling process. The signs are all around. Diminishing strength. Diminishing flexibility. Diminishing hair. Some can extend the process further into their senior years but eventually one's age catches up to them. If there are any vestiges of pride or illusions of immortality left in a man, they should certainly be eradicated as his aging body breaks down.

But what I have lost in physical strength, I would like to think I have gained in some modicum of wisdom. At least I can say that I feel more content now than I have ever been. I don't demand as much from life. I enjoy the simple blessings that I have every day. I have 10,000 reasons to be thankful.

I can't say that all this started from a ruptured Achilles. I am sure I could have learned these lessons in other ways. But for some reason that little snapped tendon marks a small turning point in my life. I was forced to slow down, to reflect more on my relationship with God, to depend more on others, to relearn things that I had taken for granted, to come face-to-face once again with my weakness.

I can't help but think of the good Shepherd in Psalm 23.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul
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Sometimes in the rush of life, God has to interrupt us. Stop us. Make us lie down. Knock us to our knees. It is not done out of spite or hatred but out of grace and love. We can be our own worst enemies. Running after things that don't matter. Neglecting things that do.

Like a wise shepherd, God has to take His staff and put it around our stiffened necks and pull us back to Himself.

And through the process, sometimes even kicking and screaming…or whining and complaining, we finally open our eyes and see the place He was bringing us.

The still waters of contentment.

A lamb in the arms of the Shepherd.

A child in the arms of his Father.

And our soul finds rest.

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High Walls and Hardened Hearts

"A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, and contentions are like the bars of a castle." Proverbs 18:19

I came across this proverb this morning. It is a reminder of the difficulty of relationships. Be in a relationship for any period of time and you will be offended. Your feelings will get hurt. You will feel slighted, disrespected, ignored, irritated, wounded. And, the converse is also true, along the way you will also offend and wound others…whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Unfortunately the hurt heart often becomes the hardened heart. The wounds lead to walls. We build up our defenses. We retreat into our shell. We become angry and cynical. We isolate ourselves to protect ourselves and end up reducing ourselves to bitter individuals.

Breaking through such walls are more difficult than any battle strategy. To restore a broken relationship is often the greatest challenge we will face in this life. That's why God gives commands to both the offender and the offended.

To the offender…do all you can to seek forgiveness and restoration as soon as you can. "Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift" (Matthew 5:23-24).

To the offended…do all you can to forgive and keep your heart tender before the Lord. "Moreover if your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he hears you, you have gained your brother" (Matthew 18:15).

And "do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give an opportunity to the devil" (Ephesians 5:26b).

"Pursue peace will all men, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord: looking diligently lest anyone fall short of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up cause trouble, and by this many become defiled" (Hebrews 12:15).

Seeking to restore broken relationships is difficult and often heart-wrenching but it is worth it. Just ask your Savior, Jesus Christ. 

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