Shortly before her death, Corrie ten Boom attended our church. Following the service I met briefly with her, anxious to express my wife’s and my love and respect for her faithful example. She inquired about my family . . . how many children, their ages—that sort of thing. She detected my deep love for each one and very tenderly admonished me to be careful not to hold on too tightly. Cupping her wrinkled hands in front of me, she passed on a statement of advice I’ll never forget. I can still recall that strong Dutch accent: “Pastor Svendahl, you must learn to hold everyting loosely . . . everyting. Even your dear family. Why? Because da Fater may vish to take vun of tem back to Himself, und ven He does, it vill hurt you if He must pry your fingers loose.” And then, having tightened her hands together while saying all that, she slowly opened them and smiled so kindly as she added, “Vemember . . . hold everyting loosely. . . everyting.”
Since our Lord is sovereign, not only are our times in His hands, so are all our possessions and all the people we love. Releasing our rights to Him includes the deliberate releasing of our grip on everything and everyone. Easy? Never.
Daniel Hans, a fellow pastor in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, USA found this out the hard way. In his penetrating volume God on the Witness Stand, he describes how:
Two days ago, I watched my daughter die. Seeing one’s child slowly die forces a re-examination of all that one holds sacred yet easily takes for granted—life, love, God. . . .
For over two weeks I watched my daughter slowly waste away. First she lost the ability to sit, then the ability to swallow, then the ability to speak, then the ability to move anything except her eyes and tongue, then her ability to see. I prayed throughout that she would lose her ability to breathe. During this time, an image filled my mind, an overwhelming image. It featured God on the witness stand in a courtroom with me as a hounding prosecutor seeking to unravel the twisted threads of a great injustice. This image did not originate with me. . . . It was Job who most fully incarnates my image of God on the witness stand. For it was Job who pleaded, “But I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case with God.”
What follows is an imaginary dialogue . . . a running, still-unfinished debate between Pastor Hans, the prosecutor, arguing his case in a courtroom, and God on the witness stand. Because of limited space, I must give only excerpts, but you’ll quickly get the drift.
Prosecutor: God, I speak now from my heart rather than my mind. I put away the mind’s arguments and my heart cries out, “You do not know what it is like! You have no idea what it is like to watch your child slowly die. You have no idea how I am feeling, how I am hurting.”
God: You forget that I do know what it is like to lose a child, an only child. . . . You do not think His suffering was real? You doubt that His death was . . . agonizing to me?
Prosecutor: I do not deny the reality of His death. However, He had the resurrection awaiting Him. He had hope within His grasp.
God: Is not that same hope available to you? You need more than a creator and sustainer who can guard life as it is this moment. You need a redeemer. . . . I can restore that which is broken, save that which is lost, resurrect that which is dead. . . . I give new life.
Prosecutor: I believe that, but still I do not understand why my daughter must be the experiment for the theory. It does not make sense that this should be tested on a three-year-old. . . . I do not understand such happenings.
God: Nor will you fully understand. . . . Your mind demands explanations and answers. Yet the greater need is of the heart. You need meaning in tragedy more than understanding of tragedy. You need love to fill the void. You need hope in a painfully depriving world. You ask my reasons. They are beyond you. Instead, I give you something useful. . . . I give you myself. I am at the center of all life. I can bring meaning to the most perplexing mysteries. I ask of you but one thing, that you trust me. No matter how confusing and painful . . . trust me. I could have given answers to your questions; but answers would not have made any difference. You do not need my answers. You need me.1
A moving account of one man’s struggle to release his grip on what really wasn’t his to begin with. It must be more painful than you or I can imagine, unless, of course, you have been there. And since we do not know who will be there next, I think we would be wise to start practicing Corrie ten Boom’s seasoned counsel, given to me years ago. Whatever you have that may mean more to you than it should or whomever you love too much and therefore cling too tightly, release. “Vemember . . . hold everyting loosely . . . everyting.”
- Daniel T. Hans, God on the Witness Stand: Questions Christians Ask in Personal Tragedy (Grand Rapids: Baker, 1989), as quoted from Preaching.com, http://www.preaching.com/sermons/11565500 (accessed Feb. 13, 2013).
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