I spent about 6 years of my life in Ecuador with Graham the
Canadian staring at me from the other side of a consul. Each morning, I'd flip a switch and begin a program we hoped would encourage folks in
North and South America.
Ralph the Hard Nosed News Director, would pop in and out of the studio to read the news, chaperon and chastise us accordingly. But Graham the Canadian did sports and never left. He’d sit there, looking at me, waiting for me to turn his mic on.
Now Graham the Canadian and I were nothing alike. He was… well… Canadian. And, oddly, proud of it.
Ralph the Hard Nosed News Director, would pop in and out of the studio to read the news, chaperon and chastise us accordingly. But Graham the Canadian did sports and never left. He’d sit there, looking at me, waiting for me to turn his mic on.
Now Graham the Canadian and I were nothing alike. He was… well… Canadian. And, oddly, proud of it.
He was a seminary trained pastor. I had read parts of the
Bible. He liked Calvin. I liked the other guys. He liked all the wrong college
teams and pro teams. He celebrated Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July on the
wrong days. He even had girls!
But something strange happens when you see someone, before coffee, every single day, for years. I started to like him. We worked together, raised kids together, laughed together, wept together, played Euchre with our wives together and even vacationed together each Christmas.
And many days, when the mics were switched off, we would begin to talk about things that mattered, leaning into the life on the other side of the consul. On one occasion, as we were talking about the futility of trying to live a life free of sin Graham looked at me and said, “Jeff, God is honored in the struggle.”
What? Honored in the struggle? That’s not right! God is honored when I get my act together. He’s honored when I overcome. He’s ready for me to be done with the struggle, over the struggle, REDEEMED from the struggle! Right?
God has to be SICK of the struggle. I know I am.
No. God is honored in the struggle. Few words have ever been more healing for me. Few have ever been so filled with grace.
But something strange happens when you see someone, before coffee, every single day, for years. I started to like him. We worked together, raised kids together, laughed together, wept together, played Euchre with our wives together and even vacationed together each Christmas.
And many days, when the mics were switched off, we would begin to talk about things that mattered, leaning into the life on the other side of the consul. On one occasion, as we were talking about the futility of trying to live a life free of sin Graham looked at me and said, “Jeff, God is honored in the struggle.”
What? Honored in the struggle? That’s not right! God is honored when I get my act together. He’s honored when I overcome. He’s ready for me to be done with the struggle, over the struggle, REDEEMED from the struggle! Right?
God has to be SICK of the struggle. I know I am.
No. God is honored in the struggle. Few words have ever been more healing for me. Few have ever been so filled with grace.
That blesses me so much, and I needed that encouragement after yesterday. Yesterday was one of those days that I just made a fool of myself with my sinful pride. I have asked for forgiveness but I am still embarrassed at my immaturity. How thankful I am to hear that God is honored in the struggle...to lay down my sinful pride and become a humble servant like Jesus. Thanks to you and Graham the Canadian.
ReplyDeleteI'm in it with you Shirl.
DeleteThanks for this Jeff! I miss both you and Graham the Canadian!
ReplyDeleteMiss you too Dude. Those were good days.
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