
While we were serving as missionaries in Indonesia, Don
felt a strong desire to pursue further education. He was grappling with some important
doctrinal issues. Searching for answers,
he wrote to a professor whose books he had read, and who was teaching in a midwest seminary. They corresponded and upon our return, Don
decided he wanted to learn more from this professor. So, when we came home, we moved from sunny
California to New York and on to this midwest city.
Things did not seem to turn out well for us. Finding housing for a couple with children
was difficult because we did not have much money. We borrowed from our life insurance policies
to get us started and planned to take out student loans. The bank turned down our loan application. One of Don’s professors found out about his housing
problem and offered to rent out the finished attic of his parents’ former home
to us. Two other young families rented
the first and second floors. The attic
had no kitchen, though it had an old refrigerator that I had to defrost about
every three days. I cooked our meals in an electric skillet given us. We did not have a ceiling so, there was only
the tile roof over us. Thankfully, Don
was able to work nights at a bank’s mailroom.
In the mornings he would go to school.

As I sat on the icy sidewalk, all my complaints against God
came rushing to the fore. I got angry
with this “supposedly” loving and kind God.
I remember telling Him, “Is this the way you treat your children after
they have so faithfully left everything to serve you in a foreign land? Is this how you reward us?”
Have you ever been angry with God? Have you ever thought you deserved to be
treated better than He was treating you?
Well, I definitely did at that moment. I was cold, wet and ANGRY. I picked up what I could of my grocery and
slowly headed for home.
But I could not stay angry for very long, simply because
love won out over the anger. I loved
God, and with that love I had to trust that He knew what He was doing. Many times God gives me blessings that I
don’t deserve, that I cannot understand, but I accept them. Why won’t I accept hard times in the same
manner? I may think I don’t deserve
them, but He always has a reason for what He does. And you know what, those hard times have been
among my richest experiences of walking in faith. Faith in the one we love involves trust even
when we don’t understand. And oh, yes,
you can get angry, even with God. He is
big enough to understand you, but don’t stay angry with Him too long, for
eventually, you will only hurt yourself.
Anger and bitterness are toxic to the soul.
“ ‘. . . Shall we accept good from God, and not
trouble?’ In all this, Job did not sin
in what he said.”
(Job 2:10 NIV)
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