Saturday, April 10, 2010

Happiness is...


There it was again...decidedly one of the most superficial billboards I'd ever read in my life. A popular fast food chain had the audacity to proclaim "Happiness is...$1-any-size soft drinks" in big, bold letters next to an image of a large Styrofoam cup undoubtedly full of all the empty calories you could want for a dollar.

I was immediately struck with the idiocy of the notion: Happiness is a $1 soft drink? Who do they think they're kidding? If that were true then the whole Revolutionary War probably actually started over soft drinks not tea, since we were simply trying to guarantee "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." $1-any-size soft drinks--was that too much to ask of the British?

Well, the pursuit must be over; anyone in the United States can afford a $1 soft drink--any size, no less! By the logic of this fast food chain, literally the entire United States should be devoid of suicides, heartbreaks, and sadness. All you have to do is run down to the store for a $1-any-size soft drink and--presto!--the world is rosy once more.

Newsflash: We are not all happy. Not even if we've guzzled ten"$1-any-size soft drinks" in a week (or maybe especially not then). In fact, I would hazard a guess that the vast majority have significant amounts of unhappiness that not even a gallon of soft drinks for ten cents could negate. Though some may attempt to drown their sorrows in any number of things, from food and drink to clothes, cars and houses, many will testify that none of it produces any more lasting happiness than a $1-any-size soft drink.

That doesn't mean happiness can't be found--it just means it isn't in material things. To put it in the words of a song by Ira F. Stanphill,

“Happiness is to know the Savior,
Living a life within His favor,
Having a change in my behavior,
Happiness is the Lord.”

King David would have agreed: "Happy are the people whose God is the LORD!" (Psalm 144:15) I guess that children's song back in primary class had more depth than at least one multi-billion dollar advertising department.

Notice that the psalmist doesn't say life will always be rosy. He doesn't say we will never have trials and difficulties. He simply says that we can have happiness as long as we have God--because happiness is the Lord.

He fleshes out this philosophy a bit more in Psalm 16:8, 9: "I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; my flesh also will rest in hope."

I'm glad that even when I don't feel happy, knowing the Lord gives me hope to know that happiness is mine, and it doesn't even cost a dollar.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

"Don't catch me..."


The four little girls were thrilled when I suggested we take a quick trip to the park before doing our Bible study, and even more excited by a game of "catch me." It consisted of them climbing as high as possible on the the climbing tower and taking turns jumping off into my arms (yes, my limbs and back complained about it loudly the next day).

After one child got bold enough to accomplish the stupendous feat of leaping the short distance to the ground alone, Carrie* decided she would try it too. As I stood with arms outstretched, she waved me away, saying, "I'm going to do it by myself." I smiled and moved to the side; she fidgeted with obvious trepidation, preparing to jump.

Looking at the ground, then back at me as I moved closer to allay her fears; her blue eyes large with concern, she appealed, "Don't catch me...but don't let me fall."

How can children be so unintentionally profound? For the rest of the evening that sentence kept churning in my mind. While her statement seemed humorously paradoxical, it made me think along more serious lines.

It seems to sum up those independent prayers we pray, when we come to God with plans of our own design, asking more for His approval than His direction. We boldly declare, "I'm going to do it by myself," but a little voice somewhere cautions that maybe we really do need Him, and so we compromise a bit, bravado yields slightly to timidity, and we add, "Don't catch me...but don't let me fall."

Perhaps, as I did with Carrie, He smiles at us and thinks, "Exactly how did you have in mind for me to that?" And that is when He says to us, Without Me, you can do nothing. If you don't let Me catch you, you will, inevitably, fall.

We studied the Easter story and talked about the meaning of Jesus' death and resurrection. The youngest girl clambered into my lap and, not understanding the discussion, looked up at me and simply stated "God loves you." I smiled at her and replied, "He loves you too."

How can children be so unintentionally profound?

*Not their real names.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

My Favorite Spelling Bee


The Bible study for six little neighborhood girls had finished, and two of them asked if I would help them with their homework that evening over at "my church." Giving it long and careful consideration, weighing the pros and cons of getting the neighborhood children accustomed to being at my church, it took me about 2.725 seconds to agree to the proposition.

While Dahlia* was down the hall on a bathroom break, Meghan* strictly forbade me from coming into the Sabbath school room where she was experimenting with the chalkboard. Complying, I stood out in the hall and waited on both girls.

"How do you spell your name?" came a query from somewhere near the chalkboard.

"M-I-C-H-E-L-L-E...that's two 'L's," I explained.

Silence.

"How do you spell God?" the voice questioned me again.

I started to move toward the door.

Meghan caught me: "No, you can't look!"

Stifling my curiosity, I dictated slowly for the 1st grader, "G-O-D".

Silence.

"Okay, you can look now!" called the grinning voice near the chalkboard.

Stepping nearer to the doorway, I read the carefully etched message in bright chalk..."I love Michelle and God." Just five words, only one sentence, but they etched themselves in my brain more permanently than on the chalkboard.

When it seems like my work is hollow, my efforts shriveling with my heart in the biting Illinois wind, I pull out a mental picture, drawn on a chalkboard in childish innocence, and I fancy a small voice asking, "How do you spell God?"

Some days I feed the lambs...and then, some days, they feed me.

*Not their real names.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Falling Sparrows and Missing Kittens

My heart throbbed with abject terror and anxiety. The worry stood out on my brow in knit furrows, and tears threatened to come. Knowing the only One who could bring a solution for my predicament, I knelt down, attempted to regain my composure, and began to send an urgent plea for help.

I was five years old and my cat was missing. This may not seem like such a serious matter to you, but five-year-olds and runaway cats are very important to our heavenly Father; or at least so I thought, and hence I was kneeling in our backyard, hands grasping the chain-link fence, pouring out my troubles to the Creator of small girls and wayward kittens.

If you grew up in a Christian home, you probably remember doing similar things as a child-praying for some small, insignificant detail that was very important at the time. We’re taught that God hears our every prayer, and we take it very seriously. Through childhood years the Lord hears frequent petitions for everything from “Don’t let Mom get mad about that broken vase,” to “Please help my kitten find her way home.”

But somehow, growing up often alters our view of prayer. We still know that God hears our every prayer; however our outlook on the world has changed. As children, our world consists of Mom, Dad, siblings, more distant family, and a few friends. We usually know little of distant continents and diverse populations, let alone the colossal size of the universe.

The older we get, the more we learn and the broader our horizons become, we begin to realize the enormity of life—and of God. For God to be able to create and control such a massive operation, He becomes more of a distant Mastermind, rather than our loving Friend and Brother. Of course, He is really both, but growing up seems to change our emphasis. It suddenly seems very childish to pray for such insignificant and simple needs.

Maybe for you, adulthood hasn’t changed your discernment of prayer. Perhaps you escaped the customary effect growing up has on our perception of communication with God. If so, congratulations are in order. But more likely, you’ve found it hard to have that childlike simplicity that will pray for silly things like kittens. Do you still believe that God can do anything, but a questioning mind continues to whisper “Doesn’t God help those who help themselves?”

For instance, when was the last time you thought it too trivial to ask your heavenly Father for help with finding a parking spot near the door in the pouring rain or to help you remove that ketchup stain from your best shirt? Have you thought that with all the war and suffering in our world, He is too busy to keep guard over the purse you left in the parking lot!

I was driving back from Michigan, the car full of sleeping skiers worn out from a very active weekend. My brain replaying scene after scene from the weekend, I was blissfully inconscient of my surroundings as the Trailblazer whizzed across the bleak and deserted scenes of the Illinois winter until suddenly the realization that I had not checked the fuel level in caused me to look at the gas gauge. My worst fears took a record leap to become reality in the nanosecond that my eyes took in the needle…lodged perilously below the ‘E.’

If only I’d checked the gauge sooner, if only there were an exit nearby, if only it wasn’t winter, if only…But wishing would do no good, so I turned to prayer. For the next ten minutes I prayed and drove, until at last we reached an exit where, as I stopped to get gas, I fervently thanked God that we had not arrived there on foot.
Was I being childlike again? I hope so. It reminded me that God wants me to talk to Him about everything that concerns me, no matter how big or small the issue may appear to me or anyone else.

If our God is powerful enough to create all the wonders around us, and loving enough to send His Son to die for us, then it follows that He would be powerful and loving enough to listen to, and answer, our smallest, most insignificant prayer. In spite of all our mistaken ideas about God being too preoccupied to notice every little need of ours, Jesus said, “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31)

God doesn’t hear and answer our least prayers exclusively because He loves us, but also because as we observe His faithfulness in our everyday problems, we’ll begin to trust Him for more significant and important choices. When we see His providence in what we might term “minor” things, it becomes easier to rely on God for the major dilemmas we may face. How can we expect that future crises will bring us to Christ in complete confidence and faith, if we’ve never experienced His intervention on account of our petitions for past difficulties?

Mrs. E. G. White says, “We have nothing to fear for the future, except we forget how God has led us in the past.” This is how our “insignificant” prayers become very important! Because of them, we will have a past of answered prayers, no matter how small they were, that increased our foundation of faith in God.

“Meow,” sounded a guilty voice behind me. Tears forgotten, I happily cuddled the furry prodigal; and a five-year-olds faith was confirmed once more.

“I’ve been worried about you!” I exclaimed. “Now where have you been?”

Probably out plotting the fall of some poor sparrows!