Friday, May 27, 2011

Resilience



“TIME TO STOP PLAYING GOD,” a very caring friend said to me recently. She was referring to my tendency to confuse resilience with invulnerability. “You need to let some balls drop, and quit being the strong one all the time.” 
Hard words for an oldest child. Hard words for a pastor. Sometimes friends who know us best say just the thing that we need to hear, just the thing that gets past our defenses, just the thing that smacks us in the gut. I was glad she said them to me.
Pharaoh’s heart was hardened. (Exodus 7:13) When we confuse a desire to be resilient with a desire to be invulnerable, we end up becoming hard-hearted, less human. Ironically, that makes us less resilient, because we are moving away from our essence, from who we are. That makes us icy, repressive, and ultimately oppressive to others.
Resilience grows up around pain. When we experience a trauma, or when we see our children suffering, we may think that pain must be avoided. We try to shelter ourselves and others from it. But denial of pain halts the process of developing true resilience.
You are an enclosed garden. (Song of Songs 4:12) Perhaps we are like a circle of grass, vulnerable yet hardy, as we grow up around our pain.
Help me to be resilient and vulnerable, growing around my deepest pain. Amen. 

1 comment:

  1. Good one ed! Made me think of the song "Praise You in This Storm" by Casting Crowns. Dave W

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ji2rLXr3cEU

    Praise You in This Storm
    words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms

    I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down
    and wiped our tears away,
    stepped in and saved the day.
    But once again, I say amen
    and it's still raining
    as the thunder rolls
    I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
    "I'm with you"
    and as Your mercy falls
    I raise my hands and praise
    the God who gives and takes away.

    Chorus:
    And I'll praise you in this storm
    and I will lift my hands
    for You are who You are
    no matter where I am
    and every tear I've cried
    You hold in your hand
    You never left my side
    and though my heart is torn
    I will praise You in this storm

    I remember when I stumbled in the wind
    You heard my cry to You
    and raised me up again
    my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
    if I can't find You
    and as the thunder rolls
    I barely hear You whisper through the rain
    "I'm with you"
    and as Your mercy falls
    I raise my hands and praise
    the God who gives and takes away

    Chorus

    I lift my eyes onto the hills
    where does my help come from?
    My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
    I lift my eyes onto the hills
    where does my help come from?
    My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

    Chorus

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