Am I Truly in Control? Only in Jesus, Part 1
"The mind of sinful man is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is
life and peace . . . Those controlled by the sinful nature cannot please God."
(Rom 8:6, 8 NIV)
Living in the Middle Ages wasn't easy. (Are we any better with our
hectic self-appointed schedules? We may be more health-conscious, but we aren't
"healthy". Heart attacks are on the rise. So are headaches. Where do they come
from? We have Aspirin and Acetaminophen to cover the symptoms, or Ibuprofen for
those who can't tolerate the above two, nonetheless, they keep appearing. What's
wrong with our medicines? Don't they do what we want them to do?)
The people of the Middle Ages used swords as weapons (We don't have to worry
about these anymore . . . In our day and age, we have automatic
machineguns!). And
since people back then didn't want to be killed (guess we haven't changed!),
they invented ways of protecting themselves.
Or at least the wealthy did!
They tried just about everything, from leather to wood to -- silk! As these
(especially silk!) didn't do much to stop the swords, someone invented chainmail
for those who could afford it. Suddenly it was harder to pierce a wealthy person
to death, but more often than not, the sword found a vulnerable part of the
chainmail. These vulnerable spots served as a real handicap to its wearer. And
if the chainmail was found to be invulnerable, the head of the bearer was simply
sliced off, as chainmail could not protect the head (An oversight, I am sure).
"Ouch! I want my money back!"
"Sorry! You don't carry much weight any longer!"
It was time for better protection, and metal plates were invented to cover the
entire body (Try to pierce me now! Ha!)
Every piece of armor was made to perfection according to the specifications of
the individual who would wear it (No! You can't have my armor, it would be too
big for you!)
The weight was distributed in such a way, that a rider could move around quickly
(Though likely not as quickly as in t-shirts and Reeboks!)
and rise up (With
difficulty I am certain!) when he fell from his horse. (Can't this horse be more
stable? How can it be otherwise! Horses live in stables!)
As a result, noble wealthy men could be more in control for the outcome of
certain squirmishes. Until firearms appeared, that is, making those tomb-like
contraptions worthless to the wearer, as it offered no protection against
bullets. (And the manufacturer guaranteed I would be safe in this! No wonder
he's bankrupt!)
History keeps on repeating itself. We tend to think we are in control until . .
. We find out we are not! Then we try to do something about the problem that is
controlling us, and it seems we are back in the game. Until something again goes
wrong, that is!
Anger bursts out of our mouth without us even planning it. Spouses and children
may betray us without us even being aware. Jobs are terminated and we find
ourselves desperately roaming the streets. Where did all of our control go?
In all reality, the more we hold on to control, the less we have it. It always
seems as if circumstances and anyone around us, with some exceptions, are rising
against what we think we are in control of. Peace is fleeting as despair fills
in the cracks. Life seems without meaning.
Reality is not found in our capable hands, but in God Himself. Once we leave
control to Him, we can experience a meaningful life, filled with inner peace.
Unless we try to be in control again, that is!
Turmoil and trials will always arise, but we won't have to worry about these.
God is in control! No one can bypass Him, and not only does His armour cover Him
completely, it is also impenetrable, even by bullets. He is the One who will
re-energize us, just like those rechargeable batteries. He is the One who will
give us rest during turmoil. He is our rest! He is our peace! He is the One who
gives meaning to our lives, as long as we leave everything in His care.
And why not? He's our Lord and Saviour, after all!
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
(Matt 11:28 NIV)
This Armor is too heavy anyway. I would rather trust in the Lord!
Rob Chaffart