Trials and Tests

“I’m not good at the patience thing when I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

Test of Faith

We don’t always think about faith and patience being intertwined but they really are. What is faith if it’s not waiting for something that we have not yet achieved or possessed? And what gets us through hard times?—trials, if it’s not patience; patiently waiting for the manifestation of that which we hope for, believing that it is coming.

The Long Trial

Ten years ago I was going through quite a trial. Two years earlier we had bought twenty acres and financed the purchase of a beautiful modular home, built a garage, new fences, we were set up pretty well there. I had a good job in Construction with a company I had been with for many years, plus another job as the children’s pastor at a church in Billings that brought in a few more bucks—and then the bottom fell out of the economy.

Construction took a major hit and to top it off we got a new field manager who seemed to have a set of favorites (drinking buddies) who got the few good projects we had, and I was not one of them. I ended up getting laid off for months at a time over the next two years and with a brand new and substantial mortgage payment due every month the finances were looking grimmer and grimmer.

I was really feeling the pressure as the bills came due every month and we would have no idea where the money was coming from. Long story short, God took care of us and we never missed a payment but I knew I had to do something. We had barely recovered from years of financial hardship caused by a major back injury—and here we are again—’I need a steady income! I have to take care of my family!’

I started my church in Red Lodge in the middle of all that also by the way, because the Lord was asking me to—‘sell my house and move to Carbon County? Right after the housing market has crashed and the big mortgage companies gone bust?’

Now there was a trial—I can’t say I was counting it all joy—but I had to remain faithful. Nervously, impatiently faithful, but faithful nonetheless, and here we are.

But, I was determined to fix my own lot in the midst of this; ‘I have to be working, I can’t sit home and keep waiting and hoping for this months’ miracle to get our bills paid and unemployment benefits are not enough.’

 So I started looking for another job, no one was willing to pay me a full time salary to preach, and I had been called to start a church from scratch in Red Lodge anyway and I only know how to do two things, preach and build things.Preacher Dan

So I started looking for another job. Turned out there was not a lot of commercial builders looking for a Job Superintendent with a bad back in the middle of a recession.

I went to see an old friend who had a construction company in town, someone I had actually worked with years earlier when he was a foreman with the company I was with,  but he had built up a pretty good company of his own since then. He was more than happy to talk to me, he’s a fellow believer also, but he said he just didn’t have enough work to put on another foreman at that point.

“Dan, I would love to have you and I might have more work soon, but I gotta tell you, knowing what I know about the outfit you’re with, I would just be patient for now and stick it out there. You are a good superintendent, the estimators like you, and there are some changes coming that will greatly improve your lot.” “Some of the older supers are going to retire soon and you will find yourself at the top.”

 

When I told my wife Donna what he said, she looked greatly relieved and said, he’s right. She didn’t like the idea of me jumping ship in the midst of a storm, and honestly, neither did I but I’m not good at the patience thing when I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But my old friend was right, soon the construction market in Eastern Montana picked up, largely thanks to the Bakken oil field money, Our house sold and we didn’t loose any money on it and the field manager who couldn’t seem to keep me working was let go and eventually the old guard of the top foreman, did retire.

I was blessed with great favor translating into raises and more importantly, steady work. And last year, when the bottom suddenly fell out from under the company I worked for for nearly three decades, that favor and blessing all rolled over into an even better job doing the same thing with most of the same people and for better money still, with a company that truly appreciates me.

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And the church we started in Red Lodge has been changing lives and healing hearts throughout. And that is an ongoing and blessed story of trails and victories.

Bottom line in the whole scenario—I just had to be patient, and have faith. God had never stopped working on my behalf.

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So now, when the trials come—and there have been many since then in various shapes and forms—I do not worry and fret anymore. I count it all joy. Not the giddy, ‘devil may care, but I don’t’, kind of joy, but the ‘I know this is going to be alright and that God is going to use this to accomplish something good, something I cannot see  or even imagine right now kind of joy.

So rejoice in the trials of the day.  In this trial—you are being perfected.

Seasons and Passion

This is but a season.

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Life is full of seasons and each and every one has a purpose if we are trusting the Lord. Even the ones imposed on us by the enemy or the wrong choices of others can become a God orchestrated, character building time that one day we will even be grateful for as we discover that because of it we have a renewed sense of faith—and an energizing passion that drives us to storm the gates in ways we never dared before.

King Solomon writes:

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

What profit has the worker from that in which he labors? 10 I have seen the God-given task with which the sons of men are to be occupied. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.

12 I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, 13 and also that every man should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor—it is the gift of God.   -Ecclesiastes 3

 

There are good times and bad times, times of building and destruction, sowing and reaping. Didn’t Jesus say a seed must die before it brings life? buried and gone only to one day become a beautiful plant, yielding a bounty to be enjoyed.

We were all placed here to do something. We are created in the image of God with unlimited potential and even given his Holy Spirit to overcome any earth and flesh imposed limitations. We are children of God and citizens of heaven.

So, are you enjoying the fruits of the harvest? Or, looking forward to the ones to come if you are in a season of planting and waiting—patience?  Or maybe you are in the just plain toil season, of plowing and weeding.

Whatever the season we must rejoice that we are still around to keep working, working with the knowledge that everything will be made beautiful in its time, rejoicing that we will eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of our labor—that’s a promise, that’s the gift of God.

In Christ, everything in our lives serves a purpose and has meaning. But outside of Christ everything has ramifications as well, the laws of cause and effect always apply. The scriptures call it bearing fruit. Either we bear good fruit, or bad fruit, abundant fruit or little fruit–withering until we just give up and fade away, certainly no satisfaction there.

The Farmer

In the old Soviet Union, the one that us of the baby boom generation grew up fearing during the cold war, communism was the rule of the land.  This meant no one owned anything- everything belonged to the state who in turn was supposed to divide everything up evenly amongst the people, no one was special, they were all “comrades”. This sounds like a fair system, right? Well, it was- everyone was equally hungry.  Except for the privileged few who had all the weapons and did the distributing, they always seemed to have much more.

I remember seeing pictures in the news of grocery store shelves with little or no food, people would stand in line for hours to buy a loaf of bread just hoping that they would not run out before they got there, they could only hope, they couldn’t pray– because that was not allowed.

Weird, that there was so little food-everyone had a job, whether they wanted one or not, there were just as many farmers—maybe more—there was just as much land to grow crops and raise livestock, but, there was no love for the land anymore, there was no desire to work the fields, to work all day and night to bring in the harvest.  No one wanted to stay up all night and make sure the new born calves or lambs didn’t freeze to death. Why?

Because there was no love for the land, there was no passion. There was no passion because it just didn’t matter to the people who were farming- there was no reward, everyone got paid the same, no matter. And there was no cost of failure– everyone got paid the same, no matter. 

People didn’t get to choose to be farmers, you did whatever your parents did- like it or not. So not only was there no reason- many people hated what they did and couldn’t wait to go home at the end of the day no matter whether they were done or not.  The whole system finally collapsed under its own weight.

At the same time, and yet today, the American farmerthey work round the clock, work themselves into the ground, often just to watch their work get destroyed by a single storm or swarm of bugs, but they screw their hats down tight and do it again, and if you ask them why- they’ll tell you they love it and there is nothing else they would rather do. And there is always hope, there is always next year.

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Why?  It’s their passion- it’s the life they chose- they love the land like it is a family member and everything it produces -they are proud to take to market and they hold their heads high when they take that check to the bank knowing that they earned every penny and that they are one year closer to passing the land on to their own children- to the son or daughter who chooses that life. And if they have the passion of their parents and grandparents planted into their souls– the farm will continue, and the people of this nation will still be able to stroll to the nearest store and choose from thirty or more different kinds of bread that they can buy for less money than the gallon of fuel it took to run the farmer’s tractor for a round or two in the field it was grown in.

The passion in the heart of the American farmer feeds the world and a bad year just makes them more determined the next.

What you love

Doing what you love, doing what you were born to do, doing what you choose to do, knowing that it makes a difference, that is what keeps you going, that is the passion we all need. The kingdom of Heaven is no different. Many of Jesus’ stories centered around farmers, because passion keeps the economy of the kingdom strong- God’s kingdom is strong when we are strong, we need passion.  The farmer is tireless, why aren’t we, the church, the keepers of the kingdom, working to bring in the greatest harvest of all?

37 Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. 38 Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”  Mat 9

Please my friends, do not give up if you are in a trying season, there is always hope, this is indeed, but a season.