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Surrender as Victory

I sat quietly at my desk. The room was only half-lit. I was praying, frustrated and melancholic. “How can a person live a completely surrendered life?” The question sprang from a certain amount of accusation that had been circling my heart. I waited. I was seeking wisdom from above and I was not moving until I had something to go on. The answer came, but I have to tell you that this flesh of mine was not at all satisfied.

But he gives more grace. Therefore it says “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.” Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you.

I wasn’t really asking how to live a surrendered life as much as how to win, but I didn’t realize that at first, until the Father gave me a gentle rebuke.

My flesh was not satisfied because my flesh has many demands. My ego demands that I win victory on my own so that I can take credit for it. My flesh wants to be in charge, in control of a situation to work things out the way that makes me look good–in charge. My flesh wants to be honored and coddled and attended.

The flesh exerts its will. The devil flings flaming arrows at me to weaken my resolve. The world squeezes, trying to fashion another empty, soulless robot to march according to it cadence. But the Spirit indwells me. He intercedes for me, as does the Son. I feel the conflict within.

Because I live by the Spirit, I want to crush the devil under my feet, cast off the shackles of the world system, and crucify the flesh. The subtle temptation is to try to do so prayerlessly, relying upon my own force of will, so that I might walk into the King’s presence to show him my victory. There is no victory without prayer, there is no victory without the Spirit, there is no victory without surrender.

Surrender is present in both failure and victory. Failure is tantamount to surrendering to the force of the flesh, to the force of the world system, or to the forceful temptation or attack of the devil. Failure (sin) is making friends with the world and living a laissez-faire lifestyle that assumes that it is the only option; the only way to get along. Failure is a surrender of self to someone else’s will, even if it is the “old man” that Paul writes about to the Roman believers.

Victory is a surrender to the will of God. Victory is a surrender of bragging rights, admitting that we are not able to bring a self-won victory into the throne room, not able to boast to God, “Look what I did. Aren’t you impressed?” Victory is approaching the throne of grace, humbly, offering ourselves to God as servants, as sons and daughters, as ones in need of grace.

This kind of victory rightly gives credit where credit is due: it is God who made us, who redeemed us from an empty way of life, who provides for us, who calls us, who empowers us, who gives us everything we need for life and godliness. It is God who makes any victory possible. It is God himself who gave the ultimate sacrifice that we might come to him. It is God who sought us out and offered us a second chance. It is God himself that enables us to stand, in grace.

Surrender begins with submission to God’s wishes. Submission is not a shameful condition. It merely acknowledges God’s rightful place as King of my life. He rules. Surrender then requires resisting the devil. He will flatter and deceive in order to get us to deviate from obedience. Surrender involves the deep desire of the heart, an act of will that accesses grace so that we can draw near. Without an active and accessed grace we cannot draw near to God. Surrender involves reducing our will to a single allegience: God. To purify essentially means to reduce to a single element. One. Not two. Not ten. One. Surrender involves a cessation of laughing at our sin and willful disobedience. Surrender results in the fulfillment of promise.

If we draw near to Him, He will draw near to us. If we come humbly, He will exalt us. If we lay aside our will in lieu of His, He will give us Victory–victory over sin, victory over death, victory over the world.

Humility is one of our “secret” weapons in shaking the gates of hell–a weapon that the world, the flesh, and the devil would never think of using.

 

 

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Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On . . .

At that time his voice shook the earth, but now he has promised, “Once more I will shake not only the earth, but also the heavens.” The words “once more” indicated the removing of what can be shaken–that is, created things–so that what cannot shaken may remain. Hebrews 12:26-27.

I can’t say that it has happened very many times in this life, but I was speechless. I could not speak for at least half an hour. One of my friends from Uria Village had come into town to let me know that the road leading into our village had been heavily damaged. I was nonplussed. I’d heard this one before. To myself I thought we’d get some guys together, spend a week or two with pick axes and shovels and have everything sort of put back together in short order. That’s what we’d always done before. Not this time.

The previous month we’d had to evacuate because of health issues with one of our kids. We’d gone into the provincial capital city to get medical help and were advised to stay for a while. While in town a close missionary friend died suddenly of a heart attack. Our community was reeling. A few weeks on and, like the messengers in Job, a friend came in from Uria to tell of the road destruction. With all the heavy stuff that we’d been through, I didn’t think a little road repair was a big deal. And then . . . I was speechless. Massive amounts of rain + periods of drying out + massive amounts of rain + earthquake = landslides, lots of landslides.

Our road skirted the waist of Mount Somau and crossed five streams (perhaps I should say that five streams crossed the road 🙂 ) For every stream that crossed the road now stood cataracts, ravines, and gorges. Road? No. Obstacles? Yes.

Destroyed Uria Road

Bush road leading to Uria village destroyed by landslides, 2005. The red line represents the original road bed, some 25 feet or more above the ravine created by the landslide.

Papua New Guinea has earthquakes on a weekly basis it seems. I’ve often felt the ground shake, watched the water in the tanks slosh around, seen fruit drop off the trees, heard glass pop and rattle as if slammed with a brick. Momentary observations were followed by laissez faire indifference. “Another earthquake.” Not this time. I was speechless. Extreme conditions produced extreme results.

Life tends to shake, too. It is useful to survey and assess the damage. This season of shaking has been longer than some. Hiking to the mountaintop in search for answers, gasping for air, drowning in my own sweat, I turn to take in the view behind me. What do see? The path I was regularly walking is now destroyed. I see pride leveled, piled in a heap like the lot of matchsticks that it is. I see self-reliance looks as if Paul Bunyan has just dragged his ax through it. The facade of unforgiveness is ripped from its foundations and tossed in a garbage hole. The forest known as fear, thick and overgrown and dark is now barren and desolate. Nothing stands. Only clay and mud and broken stone carried in the torrent.

Movement catches my eye. There are one . . . two . . . three. Yes, three. They are moving around their supplies: dynamite, dump trucks, front loaders, piles of gravel and sand and cement. Seriously? Look at the destruction. Do they seriously think they can build a new road here, one that won’t be swept away in the next disaster?

Hebrews tells us that these Three are indeed preparing for us a city, with foundations, of the sort of material that cannot be shaken. When the sky recedes and the earth trembles and all this goes up in smoke, what they build will not. It will stand.

What is God shaking in your life and why? What needs to be swept away? Are you building your life with materials that God supplies or are you building with heaps of dirt and foliage and hoping that your road will survive the elements?

Watching the destruction of what you’ve labored so long to build is painful. It will leave you speechless. It will leave you ripped and torn and in need of healing. Don’t shrink from the pain . . . it is worth it friends. It is worth it. You must be shaken to the core first and remade into a new creation in order to be able to shake the gates of hell. Let the Three-In-One do His work.

Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil.   –Psalm 127:1-2, ESV