Rejoice For God Is Here!

leejohndrowteamThe following is something I wrote some nearly ten years ago.

When I was young I was on a camping trip and we had gone a very long way into the wilderness. And as we approached the lake I could see their was still ice in the distance. I thought, the last place I want to be is in that water. On the other hand, I had sweated myself up to the place where not being clean was high on my agenda. So, as we circled everything up and got things prepared for dinner, I decided I was going to take a swim. I went over to a little bank, perhaps 4-5 above the water and looked in and decided a shallow dive and a quick swim over to the small “beach.” Now, I will tell you, my brothers and I played hockey on a few marginally frozen ponds and going through the ice had not been “that bad.” Probably because I had neglected to remember that it had probably not included total immersion. In I went. As soon as I hit that water with the tips of my fingers, I knew that life was going to be exciting. As I plunged in I felt what could only be described as heart stopping. My swim was as short as I could make it. And let me tell you it was a rush. I was giddy, trying to think through. I got out of the water and more cold took over. Now, that was cold weather camping or winter camping.

When I got baptized there was still ice on the pond in the far reaches. The men baptizing came out purple.

Why recount this? The last few days have been a trial. In some ways I feel like a parachutist (Though never figuring out why someone would jump out of a perfectly good airplane.). Committed to the process, trying to absorb the beauty and wondering about the landing. I guess most of my life has been calculated, but I recognize to others it appears to be a plunge.

A few days ago my furnace stopped working. (You know, during the snowstorm that attacked the northeast?) And I called my friendly plumber. He came over, and told me I was out of fuel. OK…I was surprised, but went and got about 15 gallons of fuel, loaded it in, bled the system and it ran…all night. I thought it was fixed. While he was here, he declared my furnace an antique and recommended euthanasia. So, yesterday it was pretty warm out, I bought another 100 gallons (Robbing Peter to pay Paul.) and thought we were all set. About 6 last night I realized the furnace was not running, let alone walking. Called my friendly plumber. He made some suggestions with the caveat that if that did not work, call him back. Well, the fix did not work, and 2.5 hours of calling did not work. So, my wife gathered up extra blankets, etc., and we prepared for a cold night.

I am a creature of habit. When I type into a word program I can not stand to see red underscores indicating misspelled words or green lines indicating bad grammar. I always go back to fix them. (The only problem as most of my readers can attest, is spell checkers do not fix incorrectly spelled words.) So this morning, I woke up (Actually, I was awake a lot as 100 pounds of blankets is well, a hundred pounds.) and being the creature of habit, I was going to take a shower. The floor was cold, the air was cold. We were below 50 degrees and falling. But, I jumped in. And when I got out, I realized how cold it was. Cold. My fingers were freezing, but the alternative is to do nothing.

And in the midst of it, I was reminded of a scripture that when I was first saved, I read. But, when I was in a church, I was appalled. For it did not appear a word of faith statement, my alma mater. The song is based on Habbakkuk 3. THO’THE FIG TREE DOES NOT BLOSSOM AND THERE BE NO FRUIT ON THE VINE THE PRODUCE OF THE OLIVE FAIL AND THE FIELDS YIELD NO FOOD THO’ THE FLOCK BE CUT OFF FROM THE FOLD AND THERE BE NO HERD IN THE STALLS YET WILL I REJOICE IN THE LORD YET WILL I REJOICE IN THE LORD I WILL JOY IN THE GOD OF MY SALVATION GOD THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH

When I first heard it, I about fell over. My feelings were deliverance is to administered, and spiritual warfare is to be employed. It took me a few trials in the beginning to learn not to speak about the problem, a few more to war against the problem, and yet a few more to come to a place of rejoicing. But, I heard that song this morning. So, my day will be spent rejoicing. Despite the cold, for at some point I know I will enter into his fruited plain. And unlike Miriam, I want to be rejoicing before the “Red Sea” splits.

My difficulties are less than the light afflictions of Paul. My house warmer than those of many nations. (Though a little cooler than the White House.) My water more plentiful than the deserts of barren nations. My roof while it leaked is still in place. And there is no water in the basement. I am not suggesting we accept attacks from the enemy and take them in stride, or accept sickness as part of life. I am suggesting we rejoice.

For the Lord is our strength.

I wrote that many years ago. I put it out there because so often we get caught up in habit. How we minister can become a habit if we do not listen. I awoke to a song to a song about “I will not be moved”. Somehow we think nothing will ever change. That we have to maintain the same position. That we have to stand there. As a parent, I have learned if you do that it is easy to make mistakes. Easy to hurt. My walk has been a degree of bouncing off the guard rails from time to time.

Over time you learn the only position worth maintaining is one of obedience to Him.

Trying to hold on to something He is asking you to let go of is hard, difficult and sometimes downright painful. But so much of our “spirituality” is wrapped up in us rather than clothed in Him. Sometimes we do not bend because of comfort, perceived “safety”, position and fear.

I thought this morning about a trip I am going to make with my children this summer. We will go to a lake I spent summers at. As a family, my children and their children will have a family vacation. Some might not think it very spiritual, but how else do you see family build without gathering.? The same holds true of church fellowship. If you are more suspicious than loving, clearly there are some words in the Bible you may want to read. Love, mercy, kindness and such. These are not to be applied to just the people you like but even the ones who put sand in your gears. They are there to change you as much as you may be to change them.

Whether they are gay, drunk, immoral or high they have the potential to pull you out of your comfort zone and initiate change. There is nothing worse than thinking you are on “God’s side” in a situation only to see He has His arms wrapped around the person across from you!

Clearly I am not saying walk away from scripture. I believe you must be born again, for instance, but so much of what has been “pushed” in the church does not look like Jesus and His walk and His way. If your daily read is devoured through eyes of pain and criticism, let the Bible read you. Let healing and wholeness come your way.

It truly is a new day. Let us rejoice and be glad!

Be willing to lay down those things He has asked from you. And let Him clothe you in His love.

Written by Lee Johndrow

Lee Johndrow

Lee is the Senior Leader of Abundant Grace Fellowship Church in Keene, NH

He is the father of five wonderful children. Married for over 26 years to his wife Tina. Loving life with family, friends, faith, fun and food!


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