In view of what God has brought my family through recently most of my postings have been what God has shown us as we walk this path were are on. The fortunate thing is—God’s Word applies to every aspect of our lives. What God has revealed to help us through our loss can be reapplied to help someone else through financial crisis, the betrayal of a spouse or friend, illness, etc. The very things in our lives that the enemy uses to completely immobilize us can be the very thing that God redeems to bring us into the most fruitful time of our lives. As we place our trust in Him, God will bring the truth of His Word that we have hidden in our hearts to our remembrance.
The loss of a child is a particular pain that is not easy to overcome. It’s a pain that I have heard spoken of many times but couldn’t even come close to grasping until I found myself face to face with it. I found myself desperate to reclaim my life, to achieve a sense of normalcy. But all my body—my flesh—wanted to do was sit. Wallow. Oh, how I wanted to wallow—to clothe myself in despondency. As I sat in my favorite chair, feet propped up, remote in hand, prepared for day two of whatever I could find to avoid what I was facing; I heard these words… “Why sit we here until we die?” I had read those words before. Why sit we here until we die? I knew they were in the Bible, somewhere in the Old Testament. So I consulted my know-it-all friend, Google.
The story is found in 2 Kings 7 starting in verse 3. “Now there were four leprous men at the entrance of the gate; and they said to one another, “Why are we sitting here until we die?”
These men were faced with a choice—not a very enticing choice—but a choice nonetheless. In those days lepers were kept outside the city, away from everyone. Isolated. Option One: They could stay where they were and starve. Option Two: They could attempt to enter the famine-starved city where they were not allowed and were not welcome. Option Three: They could surrender to the Syrian army where they would either be fed or killed. Really. Not a choice I would like to make. But what did they have to lose?
They rose at twilight to go to the camp of the Syrians; and when they had come to the outskirts of the Syrian camp, to their surprise no one was there. For the Lord had caused the army of the Syrians to hear the noise of chariots and the noise of horses—the noise of a great army (2 Kings 7:5-7a) The Syrians assumed that the Israelites had hired some extra muscle to help them out, so they ran. They ran and left everything intact. Their camp, their tents, their horses, donkeys. Everything.
The four lepers fell on their spoils and ate and drank their fill. They began to squirrel away treasures when they remembered their countrymen who were trapped in a besieged city. Starving. They went to the gatekeeper of their city and shared the good news. He relayed the message to the king and—after a bit of drama due to unbelief on the king’s part—the people plundered the tents of the Syrians.
If those four men hadn’t made that simple choice to “get up and go.” This bit of history would have ended quite differently. We have the same choice to make. Do we sit here in the middle of our problems and quit? Do we go back to the place we started—to our past where there is no help for us? Or do we get up, dust ourselves off, and move forward! I chose the latter and I hope you do too. Because as we go, God will make a way for us.