Sunday, June 4, 2017

June 4

II Samuel 22:21-23:23; Acts 2:1-47; Psalm 122:1-9; Proverbs 16:19-20

“With my God I can scale a wall” (II Sam. 22:10b) are words that speak of a seemingly impossible feat. I don’t see how anyone can scale a wall, much less I who am chubby and neither dexterous nor flexible.

But I do remember learning to scale down a wall when we lived in Austin. We were having Survival Camp on our new church property. The beautiful seventy-five acre plot of virgin land hadn’t been cleared yet and it was the perfect opportunity to bring our elementary kids onto the property and provide some adventures for them and some Bible lessons. We laid out a map of the property as a facsimile of Israel’s conquest of the land of the Philistines. We gathered as tribes on the first morning of Camp, and together we ‘crossed the Jordan River’ which, OK, I admit, was a small stream on the land, but hey, it was water and we all crossed it on our way into the ‘Promised Land’.

One of the adventures we offered for the 5th and 6th grade kids was rappelling. Two trained college men who had led rappelling at another camp were in charge of this.  We thought that some of us leaders should try rappelling first, before we asked the kids to use their courage and try it. And that is how I came to be at the top of a cliff in a harness, anchored to the top, and terrified to scale a cliff in reverse, by traversing down the vertical drop.

Little did those around me know that I was facing a wall in my own life that I needed to scale. I needed courage, just as we were going to teach the kids at Camp. Down I went with my heart pounding.

The wall I faced that day was the unwelcome task of moving 1500 miles away from our home and church in Austin to an unknown future in La Mirada, CA. I needed God to “arm me with strength” and “make my way perfect”. I knew He was the only one who could “make my feet like the feet of a deer” and “enable me to stand on the heights” (II Sam. 22:33-34).

I have called on this verse again in the several decades that have passed since I rappelled that limestone cliff. I have found obstacles that seemed too big to conquer, yet as I prayed these words and took courage from them, with God’s help I learned that I can scale a wall. The wall may be sorrows in my children’s lives, and the truth is that I can’t change their choices nor can I not suffer when they suffer. But I can endure. I can even have victory as I climb the wall of fear and doubt with God’s help.

The wall that you are called to climb may be suffering, it may be financial stress, it may be an incurable illness or the loss of a spouse or even the loss of a child. It may be an unsatisfying job or an unresponsive spouse. To climb the wall, we start with this truth: “It is God who arms me with strength and make my way perfect” (II Sam. 22:33).

Then we will be in the mode of David’s mighty men like Josheb-Basshebeth who killed 800 men with his spear in one encounter! Or the three men who risked their lives to bring David water from his favorite well which was behind enemy lines. Or Benaiah who braved a lion in a snowy, slippery pit to save the water supply of the city (II Sam. 23:8, 16, 20). These men risked their lives by their brave actions to honor David their King.

“Lord, may we be willing to risk our lives, our comfort, our futures to honor You, our King. May we be like the early church in devoting ourselves to Your Word, to fellowship and prayer, and to selling out possessions to give to those in need (see Acts 2:42-45). Give us courage to scale the wall that is before us today, I pray in the Name of Your Son, Jesus. Amen.”


- Nell Sunukjian

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Saturday, June 3, 2017

June 3

II Samuel 20:14-22:20; Acts 1:1-26; Psalm 121:1-8; Proverbs 16:18

I graduated from a Christian university where each student earned, essentially, a minor in Biblical studies.  As part of our 30 units of Bible, we took a class on the book of Acts.  One whole semester of sermons and journeys and sermons and journeys followed by more sermons and journeys.  As you can probably tell, I didn't enjoy that class very much.

Several years ago, however, as part of a Bible-reading program at our church, I read Acts in very small chunks, no more than 2-3 paragraphs a day.  And God worked in my heart that year: I fell in love with the drama and power of Acts.  So much happens in its pages!  So many conversions and conflicts and resolutions, and so many men and women unshakably committed to the gospel of Jesus Christ.  It inspired, rather than bored, me.  What a good gift from the Lord, to allow me to experience a very familiar section of Scripture in an entirely new way.  Perhaps you may encounter the Acts of the Apostles in a like manner this year, or maybe it will occur with another portion of our readings throughout the rest of this year.  I don't know; I only hope and pray that you will receive such a gift.  I'm personally excited to read through Acts once again!

But that enthusiasm is dampened somewhat by our Old Testament reading.  Don't get me wrong - I love the Old Testament (as you may have deduced from the number of posts I write on it).  Today's reading is hard, though.  I just can't help but feel like it's all wrong.  Why should the nation suffer for Saul's sin?  Why three long years of famine?  Why didn't God reveal the root problem sooner?  Why allow the Gibeonites (remember them from Joshua 9?) to ask such an awful price (II Sam. 21:6)?  And why, oh why, would this tragedy bring healing on the nation (see vs. 14)?

As a person who veers toward justice on the mercy-justice continuum, I want there to be recompense for these Gibeonites.  Saul, likely trying to recoup some of God's favor, willfully and sinfully broke a covenant with them.  He did wrong; there should be justice.  But as a mother, I'm horrified that innocent men died for the actions of a long-dead king.  I'm moved by Rizpah's actions.  What grief and yet what nobility - to brave such conditions to give her sons and relatives the little blessing and dignity she could, despite the manner of their deaths (II Sam. 21:10).  David himself is impressed by her actions.  Cold comfort, I'm sure.

The story of God working in the grand narrative of human history is a complex one, full of both uncomfortable episodes and blistering glory.  The story of God working in the small narrative of Sarah Marsh's history is a complex one, containing the same.  This small bit of Scripture is a reminder to me that I am finite and created and therefore unable to comprehend the workings of an infinite God.  Even so, this God cares deeply and intimately for me.  "He will not let [my] foot slip,....the Lord watches over [me],....the Lord will keep [me] from all harm--he will watch over [my] life; the Lord will watch over [my] coming and going both now and forevermore" (Ps. 121:3-8).


- Sarah Marsh

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