I never was one for hard work. My freshman year in high school I was thinking about trying out for the basketball team. That was until somebody told me the coach made the team run to the top of the four-level parking garage and back down, over…and over…and over. The most dreaded conditioning for soccer tryouts was the infamous 5 mile run at preseason training camp. I had never run anywhere close to five miles in my entire life. My first two years I was convinced the coaches just wanted to torture us and weed out the weak. But eventually I came around to see it as a challenge. The conditioning wasn’t just torture, but it was to make us better. By my senior year, I was no longer trying to get out of it, but trying to beat my previous best time.
If you look at the people that are the best in their particular fields, it’s because they worked hard at it. Michael Phelps didn’t win eight gold medals by deciding one day, ‘Hey, that’d be cool.’ Olympic athletes train for years and work hard to become the best in the world. A musician never stops learning his instrument. He is constantly learning and working hard practicing and refining his skills. All the best athletes, musicians, actors, lawyers, doctors, whatever, they study their specialty and work hard so they can be the best. They understand that there’s something on the other side of the work that makes the pain and long hours worth it all. They won’t settle for ‘good’ just to get out of a few workouts or rehearsals. They know that ‘great’ is only found on the other side of hard work. Why should it be any different concerning godliness?
People don’t work hard for anything anymore, least of all a relationship with God. We seem to think that godliness will spontaneously spring up out of reading a 15 minute devotional and offering up a few prayer requests about our personal needs. And then we wonder why our Christianity seems so shallow and inauthentic. Are there any left who would say their relationship with God is worth working hard for? Real godliness doesn’t just happen; it takes work. It takes the investment of time, of study and prayer, of suffering and doubt. It’s through the discipline of hard work that we find the joys of vivid faith, undaunted trust, true peace, love for our enemies, and so much more.
I’ve always been inspired by the stories of the faith of past saints. It was said of one great preacher that if he knew he would be preaching for 2 hours the next day, he would spend 4 hours in prayer. If he would be preaching 4 hours the next day, he would spend 8 hours on his knees. If he was to preach 6 hours the next day, he would spend 12 hours praying! That takes a discipline and dedication I can only dream of. Paul, arguably one of the most faithful followers of Christ, writes of his own spiritual journey, “Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus” (Phil 3:13-14). That’s the language of self-discipline, of commitment to do whatever it takes to reach the goal.
It’s tough. It’s a struggle. Just like lifting weights isn’t easy at first, but over time you begin to add more weight to the barbell. The muscles get more firm and start to take shape. You may not even realize your progress because it’s slow and gradual. But given enough time you can flex in the mirror and see how much your discipline and hard work have paid off. And that’s something no microwave could ever do for you.
Tragedy. That word seems to be coming up a lot lately. Whether it’s teenagers randomly robbing a house and killing whoever they find inside or a father beating his wife to death before taking his own life. These kinds of things happen everyday all over the world, but when it hits so close to home we’re forced to face it. Why does God let these things happen? Perhaps He’s not powerful enough to stop them? Or maybe He’s not as loving as people say? When everything falls apart somebody has to answer for it, so we level our questions at God, the One who’s supposedly in charge of it all in the first place.
So if God controls everything, why does He allow evil to exist? If we were in control of the universe then surely our goal would be to make everybody happy. Our idea of happiness is that there would be no evil or pain or suffering. But remember our wisdom is finite. Because evil exists, that means somewhere in God’s infinitely wise plan there must be some good reason for evil. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts,” says the Lord (Is 55:9). Indeed there is some comfort in the fact that our God knows far more about these things than we do, and that these events do not fall outside of His all wise plan.
In the Old Testament, the events of Joseph’s life will rival any tragic story you’ll hear. The youngest of 11, his older brothers beat him up, threw him in a well, and then sold him into slavery in a distant country. In
Even our salvation was accomplished as the result of evil. In reference to the greatest crime of all time, Peter prayed, “Indeed Herod and Pontius Pilate met together with the Gentiles and the people of
Our comfort then is this, all the evil in the world cannot frustrate God’s plans. In fact, it is within His plan and He will accomplish His good ends through it. From where we stand we can’t always see what those good ends are, but we can rest in the fact that the all wise Creator of the universe sees all things and knows all ends. He is good. He is just. And His will will prevail.
In no way is this a comprehensive answer to all the different questions that surround this topic which theologians have wrestled with for centuries. If it only raises more questions in your mind, then what an excellent opportunity for you to continue exploring the depths of our great God. In the meantime, may the grace and comfort of our God be with you always.
But take a look at the apostles. Those guys were tireless in their work. Everywhere they went they were sharing Jesus with people. And the church fathers, some of those guys we'd call crazy for the amount of time they put into praying over their ministry. How about David Brainerd who wrote in his journal on his 24th birthday, "I want to wear out my life in His service and for His glory." And he did just that ministering to the Native Americans until it cost him his life just five years later. But above all, it was Jesus who said, "My nourishment comes from doing the will of him who sent me and to accomplish his work."