Hunter’s Hope

The Road to Calvary

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The road to Calvary is paved with saints. And once every year or two I have the great privilege of traveling on it, with them, at a junction that is somehow, in God’s upside down Kingdom, as beautiful as it is difficult. And when I tell you where it is, you will have a hard time understanding how it could possibly be beautiful. And then I’ll do my best (and fail miserably) to explain via the English language something that defies my natural, earthly, understanding. But first, I think John Piper does a beautiful job explaining the merits of the Calvary road:

What a tragic waste when people turn away from the Calvary road of love and suffering. All the riches of the glory of God in Christ are on that road. All the sweetest fellowship with Jesus is there. All the treasures of assurance. All the ecstasies of joy. All the clearer sightings of eternity. All the noblest camaraderie. All the humblest affections. All the most tender acts of forgiving kindness. All the deepest discoveries of God’s Word. All the most earnest prayers. They are all on the Calvary road where Jesus walks with his people. Take up your cross and follow Jesus. On this road, and this road alone, life is Christ and death is gain. Life on every other road is wasted.

Matthew 16:24
24 Then Jesus told his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.

Philippians 1:21
21 For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

We travel on the road to Calvary via Leukodystrophy. A miss arranging of variants on strands of DNA we’ll never see, but daily feel the effects of. The approval of that miss arranging is the stuff of other posts and something I tackle one day and one fear at a time. But here, I’m seeing with eyes of reluctant acceptance through supernatural mercy and grace to the beauty of this broken road to Christ.

We step into the valley just a little afraid. It’s an actual valley in some of God’s most beautiful creation, but it’s the people in this valley (both physical and spiritual), that give me pause every year. We know we’ll see and hear and draw alongside suffering children and grieving parents whose cries echo off the walls of the valley of the shadow of death. We know we need not fear evil there. We know we need not fear death. Yet, the road through the valley is a difficult one and it is somehow more difficult not to fear the difficulty.

There are saints in the deepest depths of despair. There are always the newly diagnosed and my heart aches for them as I hear distant echoes of my own cries of, “Lord, I don’t want to. I can’t.” and, “Why?” and my own selfish heart wants to turn away so that I don’t have to re-remember those feelings but, my Lord says to weep with those who weep. There are always those anticipating grief while simultaneously trying to treasure every fading ability and earthly moment. And then those treading water in the depths of John Bunyan’s river, that last enemy of all Pilgrims, death, unable to follow their children across. And the pain in their eyes will take your breath away and make your eyes so puffy you struggle to see the good things.

But God.

Right in the middle of this valley, at a ski resort in upstate New York, through the gift of another family’s road to Calvary with a little boy named Hunter and the subsequent means of grace, Hunter’s Hope, we also get to see all the riches of the glory of God. And that few days is less like a breath of fresh air and more like breathing real air.

If the road to Calvary is where the sweetest fellowship with Jesus is, it is because it is where we seek Him most. Where we most fully relate to His suffering. And in this valley, there are people living daily in His presence. Out of necessity sometimes and out of gratitude at others; where else would they go? And like Moses returning from the mountain top, you can see it reflected on their faces.

The road to Calvary is where you learn to delight in the treasures of God’s assurances. This valley is full of people clinging to the promises of God’s presence, faithfulness, and provision. Not just for their sustenance here, but for eternity. Their hope is so firmly placed on the cross and the blood soaked sacrifice of Christ, that there is no room to hope in other things. The promise of eternity for the children of God, and their confidence in that promise, has blurred the line between the here and now and the forever and they spend their earthly lives living and loving in light of it. And they speak of it as confidently as the rest of the world speaks of tomorrow. This is the clearer sightings of eternity that Piper refers to. Their gazes are fixed on it.

“And that few days is less like a breath of fresh air and more like breathing real air.”

The camaraderie though is probably the most beautiful and life giving thing in this valley though. And I don’t say that just because I can relate to them. In this gathering of saints on the road to Calvary, gone is the frivolous and foolish. There isn’t a mention of the things of Vanity Fair. Conversations are devoid of small talk and full of big talk. The deepest talk. Words are all filtered through the Truth, and all meant to lift up, encourage, support, and point to the originator of every means of grace. And this results in the humblest of affections and the most tender acts of love and forgiveness.

This year, we saw so much of this culminate in the siblings of affected children. The way they loved and cared for each other’s siblings. The way they served each other, included each other and supported each other was nothing short of Christ likeness. Gone were the trappings of American teenagers. (I mean, as gone as they can be in a bunch of sinners, living in America.) Instead, they pushed wheel chairs, operated machines, assisted littles, spoke to those who couldn’t respond, celebrated each other’s talents and efforts (no matter how small or big they were), included the invisible, and prayed. They lead with humility and true affection and it was a beautiful reflection of what they see their brave parents and siblings do every day, as they too, endeavor to reflect Jesus on the Calvary road.

I can honestly say I’ve learned more of the character of God from these children than from any learned, able bodied adult I’ve ever met. Again, an upside down Kingdom, in our eyes. But it’s true. Some have never uttered a word in their lives, yet speak the Word of God more eloquently and boldly and loudly than anyone I’ve heard with my ears. Because their very lives speak of God’s limitless ability to redeem. To take what seems wholly bad, and use it for His glory and somehow for our good. Their lives reveal His unmatched power. Through them, He moves the mountains of politicians, laws, and hearts of the unsaved without them lifting a finger. And through the self denying care of them, He shows the world what love truly is. And for those with eyes to see, it drives them to dive deeper into His Word to understand something so contrary to the wisdom and foolishness of the world.

Then there are the prayers!! Gone are the prayers for good test scores, a great free throw, a higher paying job, a better boss, or kids that will listen and reveal our superior parenting. Not that our Father doesn’t know we want those things, even when we don’t ask. 😉 But the prayers of saints on the Calvary road are saturated with earnest pleading for more of Jesus. More of His presence. More of His peace. The grace to reflect Him to a watching world. There is a groaning and aching for Him that is other worldly, yet a confidence that they will have Him!

Even in the midst of a valley in which they can’t always see Him.

I think this quote of Spurgeon sums it up nicely.

Now, don’t hear me say that all of these saints do this Calvary road perfectly. None of us do. Like any other place, we say the wrong things. We get angry with God. We get real and with that, real sinful. We fail at hurdles and shy away from the hard things. But there is a uniting focus that drowns out the everyday of the small and unimportant and molds and shapes every thought to the big and eternal.

Calvary.

Dissection of a servant heart

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I’ve always loved to read, though the content has changed significantly over the years. One of my favorite authors is C.S. Lewis and though I return to his books often, I’ve recently found a new love of biographies and auto biographies. My favorites happen to be of some wonderful old saints like George Mueller, Amy Carmichael, and Charles Spurgeon. I read through the lives of these incredible brothers and sisters in Christ and they both encourage and convict me with their faithful perseverance and joyful service to our Lord. If you don’t know them, for the sake of this blog, you need only know that the size and scope of their ministries was only surpassed by their great faith and reliance on their God. Which resulted in great Kingdom impact.

And it never fails when I close the book for the night.

I want to serve like them. I want to minister to orphans. Great multitudes of them (or maybe more realistically, foster children).

To save exploited children and show them the love of their Father.

I want to tell of the Good News to the masses. The underprivileged, forgotten, broken, hurting, starving masses.

I want to do big things in response to the big Love I’ve received.

Don’t misunderstand. I also think that sometimes the big acts of service are the small ones too. I find great joy in loving chatting, giggling, exasperating teenage girls in my youth group, wiping snotty button noses in my Sunday school class, sorting dusty, dirty cast-offs for a rummage sale and even scrubbing toilets and windows in the house of my Lord.

But as I read these biographies I found myself wondering if these beloved saints ever wrestled with where they were called to serve? It seems to me that they didn’t. And it makes me wonder if this is my own peculiar stubbornness.

I sometimes look at our situation with special needs children as an obstacle to service. How am I to do all of the things I want to do when there is a constant stream of paperwork, medical bills and appointments.

If only I didn’t have one fire after another, Lord, the things I could do!!

Then I went to an amazing conference with Hunter’s Hope. An organization that serves families affected by Leukodysytrophy. It was while sitting in on a prayer meeting, fever raging from a kidney infection, that the Lord began to work on my heart.

The chairs were arranged in a circle with Kleenex boxes strategically placed about the small room, as couples made their way in from breakfast. In varying stages of grief, these beautifully brave parents and caregivers shared their deepest, most authentic, genuine, hurts, fears and even heart breaking anger. Then, they collectively placed their burdens in the hands of their Lord, asked for the strength and wisdom to glorify Him throughout the conference, and closed in praise and gratitude for the fellowship and provision given to make the conference possible.

Then, since I was feeling so ill, instead of making connections and asking questions I was forced to just listen and observe. (I tend to do a “doer”, so trust me when I say this was frustrating and decidedly disappointing. NOT what I’d planned.)

What I SAW was HOPE. I saw these same hurting, grieving, struggling servants shining light into what I’ve experienced to be some of the darkest of circumstances.

Because there were many in attendance who were trying to navigate the terminal illnesses and deaths of their young children… without Christ.

I saw these unbelieving families look upon these other, broken parents and wonder at their peace. At their ability to find joy. Wonder at their belief that their God was still good. And it made me wonder…

Did those parents of the prayer meeting realize how well they served their Lord? In and through the pain and daily struggle for peace. It was then I thought of those who God had used to serve me.

A pastor, who having come to Christ at the grave side of his infant daughter and a friend with a daughter with MD would be the only ones I could hear and believe when, in my own grief, I could not believe or hear God. And I suspect these precious families will one day, if they haven’t already, be given the opportunity to serve in a similar way. To be able to say, with confidence, to the similarly afflicted,”He’s still good. And He still loves you.”.

Then, I saw these same hurting parents present all of the amazing ways God has used and purposed their great suffering to ease the hurts and suffering of future Leukodysytrophy families. Dozens of organizations founded, books written, laws enacted, lobbyists created and activists activated to go out and comfort with the comfort they themselves have received.

And then I think, have I truly been willing to serve where He has placed me? In the relentless paperwork, medications, therapies, insurance battles, waiting rooms and fear filled future. EVERY morning when I surrender these children anew, have I surrendered willingly myself to serve where He obviously wants me. And am I doing it as cheerfully and joyfully as I would serving the next project at church?

And the answer is humbling.

Not always.

These last couple of weeks especially I’ve wanted to serve pretty much anywhere but where He has me.

I still want to serve in ways that are more appealing to me. Would still honestly much prefer serving widows and orphans, the homeless and persecuted. Would even cheerfully welcome the opportunity of a great inheritance to pour into God’s kingdom if you twisted my arm.

I’m far more comfortable serving from a place of my own abundance, than a place of my own great need.

Perhaps I do NOT yet have the willing, servant heart I thought I did.