Have you ever gone through a good period of time (even if it was a very short one) when things seemed to be going fairly smoothly and you were doing things pretty darn well in pretty much every way? Sweeeeet, right?
Then suddenly that good, easy, sweet flowing period came to a screeching halt and you’re left wondering what the heck just happened?
That can happen in our Christian walk, too. Whenever I come to a screeching halt or face a major blunder or slow-down spiritually, I find myself wondering: What happened? Where did my peace go? Where did my hope go? Where did my enthusiasm go? Where did my close walk with Jesus go? What got in my way? Who cut me off?
At least that last question, “Who cut me off?” I can usually answer quite definitively: That would be me.
You were running a good race. Who cut in on you and kept you from obeying the truth? – Galatians 5:7
Did you ever hear this old spiritual hymn? It often plays in my head:
“It’s me! It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, standing in the need of prayer!”
(Repeat! And get even more real!)
“Not my brother, not my sister, but it’s me, O Lord! Standing in the need of prayer!”
And it’s also me – standing in my own way, cutting in front of me. I was running a good race. I was feeling pretty peaceful, pretty loving, pretty much flowing with wisdom, joy and kindness! And then: Who the heck allowed me to get all grumpy? Who the heck invited me to a full-blown pity party? Who gave me all those grandiose kudos and let my head just get too big for the rest of me? Who put my Bible out of my reach so I wasn’t reaching for it? Who the heck started that darn hamster dance music – and left me spinning my wheels inside my own head?
I was running a good race. Doggone it! Who cut in on me? That would be me.
It was my limited perspective. I lost God’s eternal perspective or, at the very least, I put it aside for awhile. It was my pride. It was my yucky I’ve-got-a-right-to-feel-and-act-that-way attitude. I took up my own self-focused, self-importance instead of the power of the humility of Jesus.
It was me. I cut in on me.
But, look! There’s my Abba! There’s my Lord who never changes. God’s Spirit. God’s Word. True. Faithful. Loving. Pulling me back. (Sometimes with a bit of a snap to my head!) Pulling me, leading me back into the good race. Pulling me back into His grace and truth.
No matter what the circumstances or the cutting in on me experiences are in my life, Jesus is always there, willing and able, to get me back on His good course. Of course. Sweeeeet!