I see you.
May 5, 2022
What I’m Thinking
A rainy afternoon in rural South Dakota with five young children is hardly the ideal setting for a transmission to die, but that’s exactly what happened with our Ford Freestar.
When things like this happen, it’s always tempting to turn a steely eye toward heaven and ask “where are you?”
We’re faithful, daily praying, all-in Christians, so why would this happen to us? Surely God sees the plight of a young family with children and knows that a broken transmission is the last thing they need?
As my mind started to wander this direction during this unwelcome experience, Cassandra taught me a valuable lesson I hope I never forget.
Just before we parted with $14,000 for a new minivan. Cassandra and I took a short walk through the parking lot to discuss the decision.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Is this not an opportunity to say “I see you?””
My mind immediately rushed to a similar situation recorded in the New Testament where on a stormy night which must have been both equally difficult and terrifying, a group of men cried out to Christ, “Carest thou not that we perish?” Or in my own language, “where are you?”
Their response during this experience led Jesus to give a lovingly gentle but firm rebuke.
So what was the right thing for them to do then and for us to do now?
I honestly don’t know if there’s a right answer, but I do believe Cassandra’s response to me gives us a clue.
When things go wrong, when life is difficult, or disappointments occur, perhaps we ought to say “God I see you and I trust you” instead of “God where are you.”
What the disciples maybe didn’t understand was that with Jesus in the boat, everything was going to be okay.
We might not find ourselves in boats, but we do sometimes find ourselves with five children in a broken van as the rain pours in South Dakota, but whether it’s boats or broken mini-vans, Jesus is always in it with us.
He sees us, but do we see Him?
What I’m Reading
Truthfully I’ve done very little reading this past week, but here’s a quote I liked in the foreword.
So rules there will be — but, please, not too many. We are ambivalent about rules, even when we know they are good for us. If we are spirited souls, if we have character, rules seem restrictive, an affront to our sense of agency and our pride in working out our own lives. Why should we be judged according to another’s rule?
And judged we are. After all, God didn’t give Moses “The Ten Suggestions,” he gave Commandments; and if I’m a free agent, my first reaction to a command might just be that nobody, not even God, tells me what to do, even if it’s good for me. But the story of the golden calf also reminds us that without rules we quickly become slaves to our passions — and there’s nothing freeing about that.
What I’m Doing
Besides the van we’ve had an amazing week. As I mentioned before, we’re moving to Almost Heaven West Virginia.
Instead of taking the shortest route, we’ve driven from Utah to West Virginia via Idaho Falls, Minneapolis, and St. Louis. Why? Because family and relationships are important. Over the past week, our children have been able to see all their cousins on their mothers side. We’ve still got one more day in St. Louis before we arrive at our new home on Saturday.
We’ve seen and done some amazing things and created new memories as a family.