I am one of those seasons when everything seems to be happening at once
- lots of preparation, lots of services, events, meetings, visits, some
good news, lots of people with very bad news. And it's raining!
How do we cope spiritually when there's too much to cope with?
Sometimes we can't. But we can't throw in the towel either - 'orderly
retreat' is the best option: accepting that we're going to fail, yet
doing what we can and trying not to beat ourselves up over what we can't
do. We're not letting God down - he foresaw this and planned for it.
What we may call 'failure' he may call 'reality check', and he's not
disappointed, for he is still at work in us and in our failures though
we can't see or feel it. At such times faith feels more like
helplessness, despair even. God knows. His arms are underneath, but
maybe they are not actually touching, and we're still falling.
Sometimes we can cope spiritually. Often not by any sense of his
presence or any enjoyment in spiritual activity, but by a sheer
bloody-mindedness that refuses to believe that God is not around and
loving us, despite all the evidence to the contrary. We've no assurance
that the rope we're hanging on to is fixed anywhere useful, but we're
going to hang on anyway.
Sometimes we can more than cope, by that same bloody-mindedness: we do the counter-intuitve, irrational thing by praising God for the light
even when we can't see any, praising him for his goodness even when we
feel we're only experiencing wrath or, worse, indifference. We can
rejoice in the Lord by faith as well as by sight.
That bloody-mindedness which takes God at his word when all the evidence
is against it, that is true faith, and that is worth more to God than
the most exalted praise when all is going swimmingly.
'Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him.' (Job 13:15)
'The God we serve is able to save us from your hand, O king. But even if
he does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your
gods.' (Daniel 3:18)
Hang on in there! Resurrection day is coming!