photo credit Tiffany Nuessle 2024
‘But when they came to the edge of the camp of the Syrians, behold, there was no one there. For the LORD had made the army of the Syrians hear the sound of chariots and of horses, the sound of a great army…so they fled away in the twilight and abandoned their tents, their horses and their donkeys…’ – 2 Kings 7
Had dinner with a dear friend Monday and was telling him Phil Vischer’s new philosophy (see previous blog post), about ‘If God isn’t leading the way, the runners are headed off a cliff’ as it were, and he had a challenge for that. “I don’t believe,” he said, “God has everything worked out, so we’re just supposed to sit around and do nothing.”
I don’t believe that either. One of the pervasive teachings, the Bible is shot through with it, is the principle of sowing and reaping.
I can’t do a blessed thing to make a seed grow. I can facilitate the process what with fertilization and watering and so forth but no amount of effort on my part will turn seed into plant; that’s in God’s hands.
All the same, if in the entire history of this troubled world a seed sprouted that wasn’t planted, I ain’t heard tell of it.
He has the Lion’s share of the effort but if I do nothing, nothing will happen.
So to those, and they are many, who are sitting around praying for a miracle, hoping to win the lottery or be handed a promotion or find a magic lamp to rub and are not pursuing God, not delighting themselves in the Lord, quoting “God works all things together for good” without including “for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose”… (Romans 8)
…yeah, you might be in one of those parked cars God’s not gonna move.
Please note I say ‘not gonna’, not ‘can’t’; plenty of evidence that when needed He is perfectly able to rattle a person’s cage, get their attention.
But even so God didn’t make Jonah go to Nineveh. He would have let the prophet drown if he so chose. He warned Nebuchadnezzar what was coming if he didn’t get his act together. Saul and David both had opportunities to repent when they screwed up; I submit one of the enormous differences between the two was how they responded when confronted.
Anyway—for those content to sit in the stands, you can probably stay there. Love isn’t love without a choice and He always lets us choose.
But nobody scores points that isn’t in the game. All I’m saying.
Meanwhile as thoroughly stated I’m waiting for my chance to jump back in, and even as I read ‘Me, Myself and Bob’ (last reference, I promise, maybe) about all the things Phil Vischer did to get VeggieTales off the ground, before I reached the part about how far out ahead of God he got and how bad a move that was, I remembered.
How in 2007 and 2009 and 2011 when I sent sample DVDs to every dance company in/around the greater Denver area in order to encourage them to hire my videography company. Actions which every time bore fruit; it was a good plan and my business grew.
That was doing something.
Which right now I’m…not.
Huh.
I mean—I don’t want to get out ahead of God but just the same, I mean, I’m not doing anything.
‘Could I be ruining everything?’ that little voice inside me often wonders.
One of the things God especially through regular Scripture study reminds me of is His faithfulness. ‘Great is Thy Faithfulness’ is possibly my favorite hymn and recently as I was meditating on the Fruits of the Spirit from over in Galatians, one of which is of course faithfulness, the Holy Spirit nudged me behind the ear like He does.
“Paul said you flawed vessels should expect faithfulness to result from your relationship with Me—how much more should I, who is without flaw, be expected to act faithfully?”
Couldn’t even write that sentence without tearing up. As I do every time I’m reminded how much I’m loved.
If my kid, the one in that picture up there, pushes me away, gonna put his shoes on himself and insists that he’s got them on the correct way when he totally doesn’t, yells at me if I try to show him…he’s made his choice and can experience the resulting pinched feet if he refuses to listen. I’m willing to leave him to his results.
But if that same child asks if he’s getting it right and he’s not and I don’t say anything…
I’d be a terrible father.
God is not a terrible father.
Am I missing something crucial? Possibly. It’s always on the table; I’ve never done anything perfectly, what are the odds I’d start now?
But He is faithful and I am 100% submitted to His plan and constantly in Receiving Mode, willing at any time to hear from Him and regularly checking in.
If I’m missing something crucial He’ll tell me.
Going back to that 2007/2009/2011 example: I absolutely did reach out to dance companies, promoting the video business, getting out there…
after God revealed that there was business to be had in filming dance recitals by virtue of the dance company my sister was with coming to me, asking if I’d film for them. Same goes for elementary/middle/high schools; I pitched them too, with some success, after the first elementary school fell right the heck into my lap.
All the effort I went to before those moments, pitching real-estate companies and leaving flyers on local doors and filming on spec at a motorcycle shop, spent no little time putting a 20-minute pitch together for them to play on the monitors they already had in the store which surely they would buy from me…
…I accomplished nothing. Gained a little experience, lost time and money so in the end it was a wash.
Everything I did in my own strength did nothing but frustrate me.
Then the first elementary school and the first dance company came to me.
Am I saying the writing success is gonna come to me?
No idea.
It’s not my call.
But if the people on the sidelines can’t score points in the game, neither can any of the players before the game starts. During halftime.
Don’t remember the details but had a book on Dumb Sports Moments as a kid; there was a game once, might have been NFL, where the star linebacker made a fantastic flying tackle to save the other team getting a touchdown.
Only problem being that his team’s offense was currently on the field; he jumped up from the bench, ran out on the field to do so.
Still remember the storyteller describing this guy, after he realized what he’d done, silently walking back to the bench, sitting down and putting his head in his hands.
Can spend all the time/effort/energy I want getting out there but if the game ain’t started yet (three months til football!) the points don’t count. Used a drag-race analogy last week; any street-racer will tell you if you jump before the flag drops, you lost.
This is encouraging because I learned this week that Disney is looking for folks.
Apparently they’ve done this every year for decades; put out the word for aspiring screenwriters (of which I am definitely one) who have at least two scripts (two? I gots six) to apply for…unsure of the specifics, fellowship? Internship? I didn’t read too closely.
Because, thing is, setting aside their stated goal of diversity and my being a Christian, married, middle-aged white guy probably not being high on that list…while there’s nothing stopping me from putting in an application, I just, well…
I don’t want to.
No, really. I’m not saying I’m of two minds about it, or I feel a tug in my Spirit but fear in my Soul, I really truly have zero desire to jump into that particular pool.
Much like how yet another week on I’m still not writing, because He hasn’t instructed me to and I still have zero desire for any particular project, He hasn’t spurred me toward this opportunity and I have zero desire to even go ask if He would be okay with it if I did.
Could I be missing something?
Absolutely.
Is He faithful to smack me upside the head if so?
He certainly has been in the past. No reason to think that’s changed.
I’m not saying I expect the breakout opportunity to come to me, although that’s exactly what has happened every time before—God can do this however He wants.
But regardless of how good a chance might seem, if there’s no desire in my Spirit to pursue it and He hasn’t spoken…it’s not for me.
And one way among many I’m certain of this is the peace.
I still, unexpectedly, have complete peace about not writing, a month into doing so.
I also have complete peace about this. At any point if God wants to redirect me I’m redirectable; I long for His word more than silver or gold. Truly, madly, deeply do.
But as I sit here not pursuing yet another possibility anymore than I’m pursuing all those other possibilities, in essence still doing nothing in the natural…
Complete peace. I’m still right where He wants me doing just what He wants
and in the meantime, unlike when I asked him to arrange my marriage, unlike when He told me He would give me a video business, unlike all those times where I was a big help…I’m not out there wasting time or energy or effort.
I’m right here.
Right where He wants.
Ready when called.
One last thought for those sitting on the sidelines.
Talked about seeds, how God alone makes them grow; have heard that a Pharoah’s tomb was opened and four-thousand-year-old seeds found. Out of curiosity, one imagines, somebody planted some.
They sprouted. They grew.
Four-thousand-year-old seeds.
It’s never too late to get in the game, Best Beloved.
Don’t forget to write