A WINGED DISTRACTION

A few days ago, I went outside to the yard. They called it at 8 o'clock in the morning, so it was nice and bright. The yard consists of a pretty decent-sized grassy area to walk, jog, and on which to play soccer. It also has a basketball court and an area where you do pull ups and all sorts of tiresome stuff. My friend and I planned to do pull ups and to walk around. The whole yard is surrounded by two razor fences. Between the two razor fences there's some gravel to walk on (only for the guards). Beyond the second fence, water surrounds the whole prison, and beyond the water there are open fields. Well, when we were walking I saw this little bird on the gravel in-between the fences. The bird caught our attention because she seemed to be talking to us, so my friend and I started talking back to her. She was flapping her wings and doing some kind of dance. My friend was asking if he can sacrifice her as a sin offering, to which I said a big "NO!" She talked and danced for a long time. A little while later we decided to go back and do more pull ups. We got to the other side, and as we started doing pull ups someone came up to us wanting to know what we were looking at near the fence. I told him about the cute, little bird who didn't know what she was doing. I gave him her description, and he knew exactly what kind of bird she was (shows my lack of knowledge in ornithology [and I may have asked around what the study of birds is called just for this letter]). “A Killdeer”. "Did she spread her wings and walk?" he asked. I said, "Yes." "She has an egg somewhere near, then. She was just creating a distraction so that her egg could be safe. That's what they do." I said, "What? I thought she was just a little cuckoo in the head." "She got you, didn't she?" he replied. I turned to my friend and asked a question to which I already knew the answer to: "Did we just get tricked by a cute, little bird?" We sprinted to the other side, where the bird was. She was still there, dancing and talking, creating a distraction. So, we started looking for the egg and sure enough, there it was lying near the fence. It was so close that if we wanted we could have touched it, but we decided not to. A few minutes later we bid farewell to the courageous and caring mother and her baby and headed back for the barracks. 

That evening I called my sister and told her about the bird and her baby. After the call I went back to my cell. It was dark and lonely. So, I reached for the most familiar and restful thing I have: my Bible. I just opened it and stared at it for a minute. It was then when my LORD Jesus spoke to my heart. He said " Remember the bird? Remember how she got in harm’s way to protect her offspring? She learned that from her Creator. She learned it from ME. I did the same for you. When you were lying in your filth, helpless and defenseless, close to the fence, I spread my wings on the CROSS, taking all the condemnation coming your way on me so you can have life. Now live for ME." I blinked. I was humbled and joyful. For HIM to see me mended, HE was torn. And mended I was, because of HIM. 

"He forgave us all our sins, cancelling our legal indebtedness, which stood against us and condemned us; HE has taken it away, nailing it to the CROSS." - Colossians 2:13-14.

 "He saw me to the bottom and loved me to the skies" ---- Tim Keller. 

 

 

Misplaced Isaacs

While in prison, I have committed myself to taking care of my health. I pledged to work out regularly and eat healthy. I have been doing good on my promise. I have been doing so good that I even worked out on Christmas Day. I was probably doing a little too good, and God had some different plans.

A few days ago, I woke up with a little bit of fever and fatigue. I did not think much of it. The next day I woke up with one giant pimple on my face and a few bumps on my body. I still did not think much of it and kept doing what I normally do. The next day I woke up with more giant pimples and bumps all over my body begging to be scratched. I was down with chickenpox! I could not work out anymore and my hunger was gone. I went into a mild depression. Two of the things that I prioritized were out of my reach, and I felt like all the progress I made was gone.  In a way, I felt useless. Then God met me in Genesis chapter 21 and 22. 

In chapter 21, Abraham and Sarah just had Isaac, and needless to say, they were very happy. They had been waiting for Isaac for a long time now. He was the fulfillment of God’s promise to them. Then it says that when Isaac was weaned, Abraham held a great feast. But during that feast, Sarah saw Ishmael (Isaac’s stepbrother) mocking Isaac. So she asked Abraham to kick Ishmael and his mother Hager out. And Abraham did so. Did Sarah blow this whole thing out of proportion? Ishmael was probably just giving Isaac some little-brother treatment. Did Sarah elevate Isaac to a place where he did not belong?

In chapter 22, God asks Abraham to take his promised son whom he loves to be sacrificed as a burnt offering. So Abraham took Isaac for the journey. While they were on their way, Isaac asked Abraham where the lamb for the offering was. Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb.” After they reached the mountain, Abraham bound Isaac on the altar, and he was about to slay his own son when the Lord stopped him.  Instead, God provided a ram, caught in a nearby thicket by its horns, for the sacrifice. Why did God do all this? Did he want to test Abraham’s faith? Probably. Was it a picture of God’s own Son and His sacrifice? Yes. But what God taught me this time was this: maybe this happened so that Abraham would not put his Isaac in the place of his God. We have all had our Isaacs, something we have longed for, prayed for, waited for. We cherish our Isaacs that God has granted us, but unfortunately, very often we also misplace our Isaacs. We try to find identities in them. We try to find fulfillment in them. We try to find our value in them. We try to find our god in them. We put our Isaacs in the place of our God. Maybe God was showing Abraham that obeying Him was more important than the life of his beloved son. Maybe God was showing Abraham that Isaac is the gift, but He is the Giver. 

I have misplaced my Isaacs more often than I can remember. I am ashamed to confess that I have given higher priority to this world than to my obedience to God. I have tried to find my joy in the things of this world. It is funny because the very things that I thought would bring me joy only left me feeling more and more miserable. I have tried to find fulfillment in the blessings rather than the Provider. I have loved the gift more than the Giver. I have dug for myself broken cisterns that could hold no water, and in the process, I have forsaken the Living Water (Jeremiah 2:13).

But by the grace of God, I was bought with a price and redeemed. He gave me this righteousness and took my cross. He took my broken cistern and gave me an everlasting well. The life I now live is not my own anymore. The life I now live belongs to the Lamb who died for it. 

 

Sometimes we may have to walk up the mountain in Moria, with our Isaac as an offering, to meet the Lamb.