SEPTEMBER 25, 2003, a Thursday, was
the day, even in the pain of a loss I could not yet contemplate, that God gave
me a gift.
I was attending my eldest daughter’s
school sports carnival. It was only three days after my first marriage had
collapsed. I was in deep pain, yet I still had responsibilities to fulfil as a
father.
But something else was also working
within me that had been dormant for thirteen years; something that I had not
experienced before. It was the power of the risen Christ in me. Suddenly,
almost as if it were overnight, I began to live
a reality that I hadn’t yet even conceived.
I recall feeling moved to return
home briefly to pick up some items to give away. I was being moved by the Holy
Spirit. In the act of giving these things away — and not looking one bit for
approval or appreciation or thanks — I knew that I knew that I knew I was doing
exactly what I was supposed to be
doing.
Finally I was giving away what I
could not keep in order to gain what I could never lose.
I had been Christian for all those
thirteen years and had never even conceived that that was the true Christ-life.
In no time at all, at the worst time in my life, I was given the precious gift
I could not have otherwise received. I had to be plunged into the abyss without
hope for rescue to ultimately understand the premise of the Christ-life. If
that isn’t good news I don’t know what is.
That precious gift I refer to is
the gift of understanding this: the more
we give away with a heart that seeks nothing in return, the happier God gives
us to be.
We can understand this in another
way. Imagine materialism and spiritualism as opposites. The more life we give
to one, the more death is in the other. The more we crave to retain the things
of this world, the less content we’ll truly be. But the more we give away in
this life, the more God gives us in this world of His to come. And that world
truly enters our world through peace, hope and joy when we give our lives away
for others.
Two things that need to be necessarily stated are that the practice
of giving my life away was sustained throughout that early season, but in
truth, there have been aspects of my life since where I’ve found it hard and
possibly impossible to give away. Thankfully God is gracious to remind us that it’s
okay that we have not yet ascended to perfection — and that that standard is
not required of us. But we’re still blessed to aspire to it.
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