By the end of High School I was
on top of the world! I had won awards for my athletic abilities, sportsmanship,
citizenship, musicianship and writing. The walls in my bedroom were decorated
with medals, plaques and ribbons. I was playing soccer, basketball and
volleyball. I was in a great youth group and Christian rock band. I was
popular. I had girls wanting to date me. I even passed Physics 30 (with a 51%).
I had my own car. My home life was good. And my last few summers were spent in
a fun job as a Parks and Recreation leader in Leduc. Everything was awesome! I
was ready to head off to Bible School and “take the world for Jesus” and become
the next Billy Graham! God was lucky to have me.
Then everything changed. Within
months of my first semester at North American Baptist College things fell
apart. It started with my face. In Junior High I had the typical adolescent
struggle with acne, but things cleared up nicely by High School. I thought that
part of my life was over, but it hit me with a vengeance in college. My face
broke out with such an acute case of acne that I began seeing a specialist.
During these weekly sessions my face was sprayed with dry ice to blister the
skin so that the acne would peel off. My doctor was afraid of scarring and felt
this was the best way to prevent that from happening. Going to class with a
face full of acne and blisters can quickly cause one to become self-conscience.
I didn’t make many friends my first year of college. I was too embarrassed with
the way I looked and so I tried to stay away from people. I also avoided
mirrors and having my picture taken.
Then other medical issues started
up. Peeing became painful and I ended up having tubes stuck in places they
shouldn’t go. I wanted to sleep away this part of my life and wake up when it
was over. If my health concerns weren’t enough, I smashed up my car while
working for a restaurant delivering pizzas. I started questioning God. I
stopped going to church. And I broke up with (both) my girlfriends. Nothing
like Bible school to get you grounded!
Today I know that God was getting
my attention. If I was going to be a pastor it was going to be on God’s terms,
not mine. Of course, I didn’t know this at the time. Then I just felt horrible.
And extremely mad at God!
Though my parents prayed, worried
and tried to address some of my struggles, I didn’t want to hear what I felt
were defensive clichés. I was alone with God, where he wanted me. It was a
“dark night of the soul.” Here in the desert I learned what C.S. Lewis meant
when he wrote, “We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being
attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but
shouts in our pain: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
God took everything away: my
pride, looks, self-centered dreams and the equating of my worth with my
performance. Like Jacob wrestling with the Angel of the Lord, this was my turn
to wrestle with God. I never doubted his existence. That would have been easy.
I could have chalked all this up to bad luck. What is more difficult is to know
that there is a God who has the power to change things, but who chooses not to.
I’d lie awake at night and tell him off. Didn’t God know I was dedicating my
life to him?
I’m not sure why, but I kept
reading my Bible. It was a few months after Christmas that I was in my basement
reading Daniel 3. I knew the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego from
Sunday school. It’s about three guys who refuse to bow down to a statue a king
makes. Because of this they get thrown in a fiery furnace from which God saves
them. But this time I noticed a passage I’d missed on previous readings. When
threatened with the furnace, the response the three men gave the king was:
If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the
God whom we serve is able to save us. He will rescue us from your power, Your
Majesty. But even if he doesn’t, Your Majesty can be sure that we will never
serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up.” (Daniel 3:17-18,
Bold Mine, NLT).
The words “but even if he doesn’t”
pierced me. I underlined them, circled them and double-underlined them. God had
spoken to me through the Bible before, but this was more personal than ever
before. I started crying. I knew exactly what it meant.
Up to this point I had been
bargaining with God. He was my genie. He was there to grant wishes and fulfil
my desires. But here were three guys saying, “Lord, even if you don’t get us
out of this, even if you don’t deliver us, even if you don’t pull off a
miracle, we’ll stand with you. We’re in this 100%, whatever the results.”
God was calling me to the same
commitment and asking me, “Are you willing to follow me no matter what?” I had
to rebel or submit. The choice was mine. God did not need me. And he did not
want me serving him with the arrogance I had recently shown. Yes, he used me in
my immaturity, but now it was time to grow up.
I was broken. I cried out to God
and surrendered, “Not my will but yours. I commit my life to you with no
strings attached.” That moment was the closest thing to a traditional
evangelical conversion experience I’ve had. That same day I went to my keyboard
and wrote this song:
Second Chance - click here to listen to this song (on the web page, click "Launch Media Player" and select the song by title)
Things, they got tough, I know, I
ran.
Things, they got rough, I fled,
far away.
I said I’d never leave you, never
forsake you,
never go, but I did.
And when the soldiers came and
took you away,
filled with fear, I hid.
Now I beat my chest, cry for
forgiveness,
how could I, my love deny.
Hanging on that cross, without a
fight,
why oh why, did I let you die?
Your love it never dies, I can see
that in your eyes,
You’re the God of the second
chance.
You came into the room,
said “now you’re going to bloom,
You’re the God of the second
chance.
You still hold onto me, when I let
go of you,
You’re the God of the second
chance.
With nails in your hands and a
spear in your side,
You’re the God of the second
chance.
I don’t want to sound overly
mystical, but these words poured out of me in seconds.
A couple of years later God
reminded me of this lesson. It was in the middle of the night and I couldn’t
sleep and so I started reading my Bible. I was in John 21 this time and, again,
felt the Lord speaking to me. I got a pen and paper and rewrote the passage:
Jesus came to me and it happened
this way: I was very busy with my school work and ministry that I rarely found
time to pray. “We need to become a praying church,” I told them. They said, “We
agree with you.” So we went out and decided to pray, but found it empty and
quiet. Jesus stood up and began to speak, but none of us could recognize him
because we were too busy trying to figure how to pray and listen to God. He
called to us, “Friends are your prayers being answered?” “No,” we replied. He
said, “Listen to me, remain in me, abide in me, and then you will see.” When we
did this we were unable to haul in the blessings. Then one of the disciples
recognized him and said, “Stef, it is the Lord.” As soon as I heard it was the Lord I stopped
everything I was doing and ran to embrace him. Jesus told us, “Now give to me
all you have received, so that I can give it back to you.” We did and were fed
by him. None of us dared ask who he was because we knew he was the Lord. When
we were finished Jesus pulled me aside and said, “Stef, do you love me more
than all the things I have given you?” “Yes Lord,” I said, “You know that I
love you.” Jesus said, “Model me to my people.” Again Jesus said, “Stef, do you
truly love me more than this world?” “Yes Lord,” I answered, “You know that I
love you.” Jesus said, “Pray for my people.” The third time he asked, “Stef, do
you love me more than your very life?” I was hurt because Jesus had asked me a
third time, “Do you love me?” I said, “Lord you know all things, you know that
I love you.” Jesus said, “Prepare my people. I will be coming back soon. I tell
you the truth, when you were younger you did what you wanted, but now you fully
belong to me. You may have to go where you do not want to go and you may be
asked to give up your life for me, but in the end you will glorify me.” Then
Jesus said, “Now Stef, follow me.” I turned to some others and said, “But Lord,
what about them?” Jesus said, “What does that matter to you, you live for me.”
Jesus is continually doing many mighty things in our day. If all of them were
written down I suppose that the whole world would not have room for the books
that could be written. (John 21 - September 2, 1996, 1:37am).
The year following my first year of College was difficult.
My poor health continued and I proceeded with the dry ice treatments. But I was
determined to step out in faith. I went back to church and got involved in a
children’s program in a poorer part of Edmonton. I’d often arrive with blisters
on my face. I felt ugly and useless, but I persevered. The doctors never found
what was wrong with me and I slowly got better. (It took two years). I still
had a lot to learn and I began to pray for God to send me a spiritual mentor.
My prayer was about to be answered.
Discuss: When was a time that you felt like you were in the desert
with God? What do you think the experience taught you?
I begun my walk through the desert without God, in fact
ReplyDeleteI didn’t know I was in the desert, I though that was life; a dismal, joyless walk through time and then death…
When I came to Canada I went from being a simple, happy farmer girl, with a family that adored her and a name that was beginning to be recognized in the literary circles of my country to being an U.F. O. (Unknown, fearful and ordinary)
On one side the Canadian culture and the English language.
On the other side the German culture and the German language and I and the middle, a Spanish little soul, fearing to be devoured by them.
No to mention the heaviness of my sin in my heart, I did not know at the time that the heaviness could be lifted and the sin forgiven. I though; “you do something bad, you try to forget it and if not, you live with the guilt for the rest of your days.”
So I went about my life, feeling home sick, alone, rejected and as big as a fairy fly.
Not being able to communicate made things worse and soon I begun to build walls around me, slipping more and more into the darkness of depression, while dragging on my way to nowhere.
No where, I had finally reached no where, when God found me! For was He who unfolded the desert before me, so I could reach the point of nowhere. It was He who waited at the edge of my self, in the middle of the desert and when I got there he picked me up and brought me to salvation!
I whish I could say that after my conversion all was fine. That by a miracle I begun to speak perfect English and German. I wish I could say that I didn’t feel home sick or insignificant. I wish I could say that I immediately understood that I didn’t have to carry the load of guilt any longer and that I didn’t have to deal with depression. But God took me out of the desert the long way and I learnt since then, that the desert has not short cuts…
After accepting Jesus as my saviour I sank even deeper into depression, and a battle was raging within me. “I said I accept Jesus, but I want to keep being catholic.” I said “sure God forgives sins but not sins like mine; mine sin is unpardonable” I said “Jesus yes, but church no!” and then I felt guilty for that internal dialog of mine and the dessert heat was burning the soles of my soul…
A year after I have said the “sinner’s prayer” I fell on my knees in my bedroom floor and cried for hours .I cried for the ugliness of my sins .I cried because I could not grasp all the mercy of God, I cried for the Jesus on the cross and finally I cried out to God in repentance and utter sorrow, that was the day when God opened the doors of my mind where I had Jesus lacked in and opened the doors of my heart so Jesus could enter it and change it. The verse that I clanged to was Romans 5:8 “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” It begun to rain all the goodness of God over me I got soaked in his love and forgiveness and it was not turning back. I have encountered a few “mini” desserts since then and through each one I learnt to trust God more. I am so grateful that as Pastor Stefano wrote in his song, God is a God of second chances.