When God asks us to strike out in faith -- hard comes with the territory. Hard, doesn't mean wrong, it is often right. So often, we miss doing right because we just don't want to go through the hard. However, doing things hard just to show we can do hard is not right. Right but hard -- the center of God's will.
Abram left his family and country and was told to "Go to a place I will show you." It is not like he had a cellphone or skype -- he was not likely to communicate with his family again. He was heading out, probably never to see home again. Not only that "...a place I will show you..." means step out and ... no GPS... get out there; I will show you. Do you think his Dad said, "Trust your gut son; this sounds right!" I would imagine a whole lot of people were flabbergasted that he was going. "Going where?!"
"I don't know, God will show me later."
Noah took hundreds of years to build an ark in a land that hadn't seen rain. Do you think he took a little ribbing? My guess is it would have been easier to not build; well, until the flood came of course.
Our family had to do a little hard business this month. We left our church. Doesn't sound like a big deal in our culture, but for us it was huge. In one way or another we have been affiliated with this church for almost 17 years. When we moved we left for six years, but we were always visiting a couple times of year -- a kind of going home. Then we came back home, and it was wonderful and right and good and then God...
And then God... he pressed in on us. We struggled, we wrestled, we prayed. We questioned, we doubted, we prayed again. Finally, we left for a month to fast our routine and discern His Will. I can not recount here the confirmations that rolled in during the first week. It was time, it was right, it was going to be hard.
We went last week for our last service. We had some anxious feelings about how it would go. Maybe it wouldn't be much -- a couple of hugs and we are out the door. Maybe ???
It was totally unexpected. We were flooded before we could get out of the pew. The hugs and the prayers and the well wishes from so many. I was fine, until I let the memories wash over me. Riane, at 4 twirling by the pews, Braydon toddling in the nursery, Adela and Ricky learning their first ever Bible songs -- and all the rest. I came undone - this was hard.
But this was right and that has made all the difference. Obey now; understand later -- Trust and Obey.