My husband and I are studying The Forgotten Way by Ted Dekker. In today's meditation, he spoke of the boat we believe will offer us safety.
Safety is but an illusion in this world. No boat can save us when the waves overwhelm.
We search for financial security, we put up barriers to keep undesirables away, we search for the perfect person to marry, and the list goes on and on.
Finances can be wiped out in a second, by illness, by Mother Nature, by poor planning, by a million unexpected things. Money is not security.
Our spouse, our soulmate, may be unfaithful or have hidden character flaws (we call it baggage and all of us struggle with its weight), and divorce may linger on the horizon. Sometimes we stay in the "boat" of marriage, holding to its sides as the winds whip around us. Marriage is not security.
We put up fences and buy guard dogs and guns. Fences are not security.
We build bigger boats, and boats are not security. We still fear when the storm approaches.
We're doing it wrong. We have to "lay aside every weight" (Hebrews 12:1), and a boat is pretty heavy. You might think I'm mixing metaphors here. Hebrews is speaking of running a race, and I'm speaking of boats.
Oh, but can you imagine this? You leave the boat and, not walk on the water, but run on the water, run to meet Jesus?
This is almost beyond comprehension. Walking on water must be difficult enough but to run upon it? Through the storms? Even if Jesus holds out his hand and says "Come"?
We live in this world but are not of this world. Nothing in this world is worth the encumbrance. It is not worth the binding, even if the tight wrapping of the linen feels secure. In Christ, we are unbound, set free, as Lazarus was from the tomb. We are unbound in order to live.
So, what am I saying? Am I saying we should not strive for financial security, for the security of family, for the security of the right political party, the security of locked doors and locked borders?
No. I am saying none of those things are important. None of those things can offer us safety. We kick against the pricks because of fear. We strike first to quiet the fear within us.
And we need to stop it. Burn the boat. Our belief in God should be so strong, that when his son extends his hand and says "Come," we will walk, no, run, upon the waves to him.
And I believe. God, help my unbelief.
Help me to run.