The first Sunday of the New Year,
my husband, Bill, preached a sermon about probability vs. possibility. He made reference to the coin toss at
the beginning of a football game.
There is a fifty percent chance the coin will land with heads facing up
and a fifty percent chance of tails facing up. Kind of a risky way to begin 2015!
His text for this particular
sermon was Luke 5:17-26 and revolved around the paralytic man who was lowered
through the roof by his friends to receive a healing touch from the Master’s hand. There was a fifty percent chance he
would succeed counterbalanced with a fifty percent chance he would fail.
We all have an escape hatch and
there is a fifty/fifty chance we will engage it in any given situation. When we find ourselves desperate or in
trouble, there is that “go to” thing that rescues us! Just like an ejector seat in old airplanes, we can catapult
ourselves to safety in seconds using our escape hatch. For some, the escape hatch might be
prayer, that is certainly my goal, but in all honesty at times it is my last
resort rather than my first.
Others may escape through the hatch of addictive habits or isolation.
When I think about an escape
hatch, I visualize myself in turmoil. I press my escape hatch button and reach
for the lever of my ejector seat. Suddenly there is a break in the clouds over
my head as an exit appears. The
sky above me is clear and quiet.
As I release the lever of my seat I am propelled through the opening, I
immediately absorb the quiet and calm that now surrounds me. Chaos is far behind.
Today my thinking was challenged
as I listened to my pastor preach!
The paralytic man needed to be healed and his desire was to walk
again. The goal of his helpful friends
was to carry him on his mat through the crowd so he could see Jesus face to
face. Seems like a good plan;
believe, show up, move forward, rest in the Master’s presence. However, he was denied passage by the
crowd of people who also had the same goals. I wonder how he felt at that moment. Disappointment would not even
begin to describe the swirl of emotions I would have felt in those
circumstances.
Then, someone had an idea! How about the roof? Can you imagine that
conversation?! Someone verbalized
the bold idea and undoubtedly someone immediately challenged the successfulness
of the idea. Sounds like life,
doesn’t it?
We all know the rest of the story
and this unconventional pathway to Jesus, but look closer. This crippled man’s escape hatch was
not the normal way. His point of
entry was actually to be lowered through a hole in the roof into a hostile
environment! How many times do we expect Jesus to lower us into
exactly what we are trying to get out of?
Not very often. However,
that is just what He does at times.
He places us right in the midst of what we fear in order to shift our
eyes above what we are afraid of.
All of a sudden, we see Him clearly and what He is doing above the
situation. In essence, we have to
be lowered in order to be lifted because we can’t physically see Him over it
all!
When I focus on what I see in
front of me I find myself easily consumed. If Jesus continually lifts me out of this place, I never
learn how to abide in His presence. The word abide means “to reside in a particular
place or way” (Encarta World English Dictionary). If I am constantly pulled
from the difficulties of life, then how can I ever truly learn to reside with
Christ?
Join me in this prayer:
Lord, keep my eyes focused on
You and You alone. When my flesh
desires relief from the pains of this world and my natural reaction is to want
“out,” give me the strength to let go of the escape hatch lever. Train my ears to hear the comfort of
Your voice and direct my eyes to where You are. Provide the strength I need when I realize that Your
location could be right in the midst of what I am most afraid of. Reassure my spirit that You are with me
and give me the confidence to be lowered in order to be lifted.
