Posted: 10/19/07
CYBER COLUMN:
Unpredictably God
By Jinny Henson
Laughter is one of God’s finest gifts. Martin Luther, I recently learned, used a form of laughter therapy in his pastoral counseling to people with depression. From the Healthline.com website: “Martin Luther advised depressed people not to isolate themselves but to surround themselves with friends who could make them laugh.”
Laughter is so important because it diffuses life’s pressures, and while it may not change the circumstances, it can deeply change you and the seriousness with which you approach them. It is great to enjoy God and each other together. Church should be a joyous place!
Humor was the language of choice in my family, and my Dad was a master linguist at it. I remember looking up at him while he was in full-blown story-telling mode and see his eyes flash as he told the latest story or joke he had heard. Not all were appropriate for the fellowship hall.
I also remember being in junior high when tight jeans were all the rage and looking up from my bed—where I was plopped down, using a coat hanger hook to pull the zipper of my jeans up—and watching my father cry because he caught a glimpse of my pre-teen absurdity and thought that was hysterical. I’m certain it was. Oh, life before mom jeans!
It was easy for me to hear the words “heavenly Father” and view that as something wonderful. I was utterly loved by my mom and dad. My father never was a deacon. His bald spot wasn’t ever big enough. But I have to believe the deacons would’ve had more fun had he been there.
We went to church regularly, and it was in the fifth grade—I was 11—when I gave all that I knew of myself to all that I knew of God. Church was a special place for me. Besides being the place where the best doughnuts could be found, there was a sense that God was not only accessible but up to something good.
I had people who poured good things into my life and always affirmed the fact God could do something special with my life. If we communicate anything with clarity, it should be that not only Jesus died because he wants you to be with him forever, but also that he wants to partner with you to bring a texture and significance to the quality of your life that you cannot imagine. Right here, right now, in this moment! He wants to bring newness with his presence, which gives you fresh eyes to see your circumstances in the context of his world.
I had many mentors—Sunday school teachers and others who helped to place God’s lens of possibility over mine.
I had a female youth minister in Middle School; Candy Smith. She was just plain hilarious, kind, radically in love with Jesus and in love with us, as well. She played guitar and was my model in ministry. I have never met a funnier, godly person. She just had so much love to give us. My parents were funny, but Candy was funny and could quote Scripture at the same time. Faith met funny in Candy Smith. She challenged me, took us on mission trips to Mexico and was Jesus with a Dorothy Hamill haircut. Hey, it was the ’80s.
God placed people square in my path to challenge me to live a life worthy of the prize. This meant being a good, churchgoing girl. I may have done comedy routines at church camp (I was Rosanne Rosannadanna at youth camp, a little zany,) but I was definitely the good girl in middle school and high school. I didn’t want to disappoint God.
I took standardized tests that only allowed for the first six letters of my first name, Virginia, to be entered. You get the point. I was proud nonetheless of my status.
I had faith figured out: I do A, and God responds with B. I am faithful, and God blesses my life. That’s what I always expected. It’s is a wonderful formula. We even see in some examples in Scripture that Noah was faithful and got rescued. The servant in Luke 19 was rewarded for doubling his master’s money and is called the faithful servant. Enoch was “taken away” (Genesis 5:21-24) because God was pleased with him and his faithfulness—saved from death. Pretty cool, huh?
So, here in my Eternal Treat Bag view of God, I bought his grace with my performance. Things were not perfect for me, but nonetheless, I clung to my formula, which was fed by the glorious stories of reward for the faithful and punishment for the slacker. You knew there was always Job, but he was a good object lesson, and that would never happen to me.
My faith was pretty well constructed in my early 20s. I had a protective web of reason, and God was so cool back then. He acted most of the time just like I desired him to. There were little details—like me wanting to find the right person to grow old and wrinkly with and just how God would turn my most wacky idea of humor into ministry—but those things would come in relatively short time. There were challenges, but none monumental, and John 10:10’s abundant life was the norm that would balance me back to level. I lived that abundant life.
In our wedding vows, Dr. Cunningham told John and me that being in ministry would not protect us from life’s hurts. I thought that was an obvious statement. I did not expect God to give me a perfect life, but a blessed one as I performed and he rewarded, just like I had expected him to do. Call it naiveté, or untried faith, but God grew much more wild and unpredictable as I got older.
My world got bigger by the day in my 20s—in amazing and challenging ways. God provided incredible ministry experiences for us and moved in huge ways when we had no idea what we were doing. At other times, with similar work ethic, prayer and perseverance, God did not see fit to reward. He even allowed challenges beyond what I thought I could bear.
The hardest were personal losses as John’s mom and my dad died from cancer within two years of each other despite fasting, praying and holding my right leg up and sticking my tongue out. Sometimes, I was devastated to learn, A + B does not equal C, no matter how desperately you want it to.
I have learned that life is a fluid, not static, endeavor. Our God is always moving in us and in our world and is most certainly up to something incredible if we will lay aside our expectations for returns on investments. As much as we want to figure out what we are due, God always trumps it with his economy, which if we could reduce it would be a much easier path to follow.
In God’s economy, we are forgiven, period. We may wait for the words “will you forgive me?” from others who have caused us hurt, but God is far too busy for that. He loves and for some reason desires fellowship with us but does not wait for us to make the first move. He made it long ago by his sacrifice and continues making it daily as he woos us like a lover.
I have ceased to read Scripture for the payoff, searching for the quickest path to the greatest reward. I recognize myself so easily in the worker who expected his all-day work to be eight times that of the guy hired at 4 p.m., an hour before the whistle blows. I realize that I have too often been envious of God’s kindness to the latecomers in the labor.
Luke 4:12 is a vivid image of temptation, but not only the temptation of Jesus. It is a temptation I face as a Christ-follower seeking a paradigm I can wrap my arms around: The devil plucked out Scripture and sought to manipulate Jesus, subsequently, tempting him to put God to the test.
“The devil led Jesus to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. ‘If you are the son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written: “He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone”’ and Jesus responded: ‘Do not put The Lord your God to the test.’”
I have likewise plucked out verses here and there and bet my emotional wad that Jesus would come through. Not that it was always an utterly selfish request; it was simply my request, counting on God to answer my way.
I am hesitant to reduce God to a formula you can master in three easy steps. I do believe that modeling my life after Jesus just as perfectly as I can will lead to the most abundant life possible, but I no longer have blueprints for how that should look. I am learning to hold on loosely to blessings and tightly to an invisible God whose hand I rest in and bear my name.
I no longer squeeze into my jeans. For that fact, the world should thank me. Other women my age still do. Just visit your local Wal-Mart for the visual. I am now officially old because I believe completely that clothing should not be painful. Or, as O’Rourke implores, “Never wear anything that scares the cat.”
Part of the beauty of growing in faith is that, additionally, I have stopped cramming God into what I want him to be and come to accept him in his glorious unpredictability. Life is more confounding and more amazing than I could have dreamed. That, after all, is the road of faith in Jesus Christ: Blowing our assumptions and exceeding our wildest dreams.
Jinny Henson travels the country as a Christian comedienne. John, Maggie Lee and Jack are an endless source of material for her. You can find out more about her at www.jinnyhenson.com
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