Cast your burden
upon the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never allow the
righteous to be shaken – Psalm 55:22
The following article was originally
published in the Sunday School take-home paper, Seek, on
September 9, 2001. Since I received notice of the story's acceptance
long before the publication date, I didn't notice until just now that
the date it appeared was two days before 9/11. God's timing amazes
me. As I wrote about the “inconvenience” I went through when
lightning struck my house, I didn't know the incredible and tragic
“inconvenience” that would follow for our country. This question
of dealing with unexpected events in our lives can be applied in many
ways. I hope you find my experience a blessing to you.
When Lightning Strikes
Don't you know how inconvenient this
is, Lord?
The question summed up my feelings as I
watched flames lick at the side of my house. The stark honesty of my
question caught me by surprise.
I wasn't dealing with fear or anger or
distress. I was irritated that my day had been interrupted by a
lightning strike.
My annoyance exemplifies the
fast-paced, don't-get-in-my-way attitude of our culture. Perhaps I
needed the self revelation provided by a lightning strike. More
importantly, I needed to redirect my attention to God.
I had just settled down for a Sunday
afternoon nap when the storm moved in fast and furious. My head had
barely hit the pillow when a loud crack made me sit up and take
notice. There was no doubt that lightning had struck close.
It had, in fact, struck just outside
our kitchen window. Within minutes I saw smoke. I ran outside and
was greeted by the sight of flames licking up the side of the house.
They were only three feet away from two propane tanks.
Ideally this would be the time for a
Christian to thank God for his protection. No one had been injured.
There had been no explosion. And while the rain soon soaked me to the
skin, it also served to hold the flames down.
Instead, as I waited for the fire
department to arrive, I went through all the usual questions: “Why
did you let this happen, God? Don't you control the weather? Couldn't
you have redirected the lightning?”
And then came the other question. The
one that revealed my true human nature: “God, don't you know how
inconvenient this is?”
My dismay at the sight of flames
shooting up the side of my house turned out to be nothing less than
irritation that God had interrupted my nap. I was complaining.
It's comforting to know that I am not
alone in my human condition. Some people aren't happy unless they're
complaining.
Even the Psalmist complained – and
quite often. David's most open complaints are found in Psalm 55.
Granted, he had good reason to complain. His son and his best friend
had betrayed him. He, the King of Israel, was forced to run for his
life.
In verses 2-3 he gives in to his human
nature and voices his complaint.
“Give heed to me and answer me; I am
restless in my complaint and am surely distracted, because of the
voice of the enemy, because of the pressure of the wicked; For they
bring down trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against
me.”
Absolam's coup was inconvenient. It was
an interruption of David's life, and for a moment he took his eyes
off God. The fear and anguish was more than he could bear.
“Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I
would fly away and be at rest” (verse 6, New American Standard
Version).
Haven't we all felt like this at one
time or another? I didn't want to deal with the insurance company and
contractors. If only I could just go back to my nap and let it all go
away. Like David, I had taken my eyes off God.
David didn't forget God for long. As he
begins to pray for vindication, his eyes turn once again to the God
of his fathers, and his faith is strengthened.
“As for me, I shall call upon God,
and the Lord will save me. Evening and morning and at noon, I will
complain and murmur, and He will hear my voice” (verses 16 and 17).
My thought process was very similar to
David's. After I got my complaint out of my system, I too, turned to
God in prayer. That refocused my thoughts off the fire, and all the
inconveniences it caused, and onto Him.
Now that my eyes were properly focused,
my list of things to be thankful for grew. There was the quick
response of the fire department. They doused the fire before it had a
chance to get through the siding and insulation to the old farmhouse
plaster walls.
Later we discovered just how much punch
that lightning bolt had carried. Not only had it knocked out our
phone lines (without damaging our phones), it had also traveled
through the ground and followed the underground electric line to the
barn. An outlet was fried, but the breaker tripped before the surge
could reach the freezer.
By 9:30 Monday morning, the electricity
to the barn and telephone service had been restored, the gas line
repaired, and the contractor's estimate was on its way to the
insurance company. The hassles I had dreaded never materialized. But
it wasn't over yet.
By Thursday, we had no water. When the
plumber pulled the line from the well he discovered that the
lightning had followed the water line from the house to the well. It
cracked the old lining in the well and sliced the water line in half.
Apparently the secondary line was able to carry water for three days
until the pump lost its prime. But thank God it had not damaged the
pump.
The power in that single bolt of
lightning was breathtaking. Without exception, every repairman said
exactly the same thing: “I've never seen anything like it.”
Was God in control of that lightning
bolt? He certainly was. Could he have kept it from striking our house
at all? Of course, he could have, just as he could have prevented
Absolam and Ahithophel from rebelling against David. But as a result
of his experience David realized his dependence on God, his faith was
strengthened, and we have one of the most beautiful promises in
Scripture.
“Cast your burden upon the Lord and
He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken”
(Psalm 55:22).
That verse, the result of David's own
test of faith, has been a comfort to millions of Christians down
through the centuries.
God had some lessons to teach me, as
well. He revealed an area of my heart that wasn't surrendered to Him.
And he showed me that He is in control, and in His sovereignty He
still loves me enough to protect me on a Sunday afternoon in August.
The lightning was an inconvenience. It
was an interruption of my schedule. But perhaps we all need to have
our schedules interrupted now and then to draw our eyes and our
hearts back to God.