Darkest day of the year.
Exactly 3 months post op. Exactly
3 months to go to my first day back running, Lord willing. So, this is the bottom, and it’s been dark
sledding lately. The Lord has been
merciful with His reminders of how blessed and rich I am. I try with varying fervor day after day to
repent of my ingratitude, and probably years from now I’ll read this over and
it will seem completely silly. I mean,
it’s only running. Come on. Feels like there is more to it, though. Over the last several years running has
become so much a part of my identity that I feel pretty empty without it. Here I’m 5 years from 50 and I don’t really
have anything to show for my career. I
haven’t accomplished anything noteworthy and every large endeavor I’ve undertaken
in recent years in my work has pretty much failed. Getting out on a track or a set of hills and
pushing hard, that’s when I feel the most alive. I can run pretty fast. Not world class or anything, but faster than
most folks. At least I got that going
for me, or did have.
There was a time when I was known by my peers for my faith
in Jesus Christ more than anything else, more than academic achievements or
running or other relationships. There
was a time when I said, “100% for Jesus,” and I meant it with all my heart and
made choices according to that passion the very best I could. For sure my faith has grown deeper and more
mature in many ways over the last three decades. In many ways I am a better, more complete
follower of Jesus than I was as a teenager.
Over the last few months, however, especially as the Lord was taking my
running away from me, I think the passion in my heart for the Lord has
cooled. This is not a good state of
affairs, I think. If I read the
Scriptures right, the Lord is a lot more concerned with my heart of passion for
Him than He is with the knowledge in my head.
These days, the lows are not as low, the spiritual failures are not as
black or frequent as they were then, but the highs are not as high,
either. Sometimes it just feels like the
love is not there as it once was. I
think I feel the Lord stirring revival in my heart, though. Amen, come Lord Jesus.
One of the unforeseen side effects of adopting Lulit has
been meeting Ethiopian people in our community from time to time. I think all international adoptive families
are encouraged to try to keep in touch with their child’s country and culture
of origin, but I honestly thought that with our busy lives with three other children
the chances would be about nil that we would actually do anything in this regard.
I have to give Kay credit, however.
She has tried to find these kinds of opportunities for us. Meeting Kassa’s family, however, seems extraordinarily
and especially orchestrated by God Himself.
We met them because our 5th grader is in class with their
daughter, and finally in recent weeks we have been getting to know them
better. They came over to our house recently.
Kassa was brought up in an Orthodox home in eastern Ethiopia
where he was taught to stay away from evangelical, protestant Christians. They had a “different” Jesus, he was told,
and he should just hang on to the traditions of the Orthodox Church. Nevertheless, as his acquaintances again and
again turned his attention to the Scriptures he finally could not escape this
Jesus who was not distant, was not hidden behind layers of priests and
traditions, was not unknowable, but in reality is active and present and
personal. In more recent days he has
heard the call of God to move his family from San Diego
to Olathe to plant churches on both
sides of the state line. And he is one
of the warmest and kindest souls I have ever met in addition to being
absolutely uncompromising about the truth of Christ’s gospel (his bumper
stickers say, in English and Amharic, “Ignoring Jesus is choosing hell.”) Salty!
My wife was telling Kassa and Tigist some of the hard
struggles we have had with Lulit the last 2-1/2 years. As wonderful as it has been to bring Lulit
into our family, it has also involved a significant amount of sacrifice. It’s been especially hard on Kay, and she has
had some tough days. Ever the preacher
(very much in a good way), Kassa said, “When I have been up against struggles
and disappointment in my life, I have told myself, ‘This is not the end of
me,’” reminding us that Christ has already won the victory. No matter what happens, the outcome of this
story is known. We win because Jesus
won. This is not the end of me.
Kassa’s words ran through me with new hope. A great reminder. I’m still struggling with not running, doubts
about whether or not I’ll ever run the way I want to ever again, worries about
my career future and how I will continue to provide for my family in the years
to come, and general feelings of disappointment with myself as having amounted
to not much. All this is balanced on the
other side, of course, with wonderful things happening in the lives of my kids
and the rich relationships I enjoy with them, and above all with faith. Probably not very good faith, but some
faith. The racing shoes will stay up
high in the closet for some time to come, but I gotta believe: in faith, in family, in work and even in
running, this is not the end of me.
I am one of those people who by chance found your blog. You inspire me! You write so eloquently, your faith is incredible, and you have raised some amazing children. I have the privilege of knowing one of your sons. God shines through him so brightly and he has his head on straight. He respects everyone and is insanely intelligent, but he is still very humble. I may be young and still learning but when I "grow up" I hope I will have the passion that you have in your soul in what I do. You remind me not only of my earthly father but my Heavenly Father as well. Keep the faith and God bless!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry that I have only now seen your very kind comment. Thank you for blessing me! It hits me at a great time. God bless you, too.
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