Friends of Faith:
Do
you remember these types of conversations with your parents? Mom: “Practice
your piano.” Me: “Do I have to?” Dad: “Mom said so and it’s for your own good.”
Me:
“I’m going into town to meet Stan.” Mom: “No, that’s not a proper way to date.”
Me: “Why?” Mom: “You’ll figure it out later, but it’s for your own good.”
Looking
back, I wish I would have practiced piano a little more, so that now I could
pick up a music book and play without thought. And as for the way I was taught
to date—yes, I have figured it out—and of course I said the exact same words to
our own children.
I
wasn’t really rebellious, but I know I tested my parents on occasion. I didn’t
like discipline anymore then, than I do now. It can be difficult to do things
over and over, and to do them the right way, with integrity, humility and with moral
standards (God’s standards).
You have forgotten the exhortation addressed to
you as children: “My
son, do not disdain the discipline of the Lord or
lose heart when reproved by him; for
whom the Lord loves, he disciplines; he
scourges every son he acknowledges.” Endure
your trials as “discipline”; God
treats you as sons. For
what “son” is there whom his father does not discipline? At the time, all
discipline seems a cause not for joy but for pain, yet later it brings the peaceful fruit of
righteousness to
those who are trained by it. So
strengthen your drooping hands and your weak knees. Make straight paths for your feet, that what is lame may not be disjointed but
healed. Heb 12: 5-7,
11-13
Discipline: it’s
for my/our own good.
It’s what keeps
us from weighing too much: the discipline of eating right and exercising.
It’s what makes
us good at our jobs: day in day out education and the practice of going to
work, even when it would be easier to take a “sick day.”
It’s what makes
my marriage full of joy and peace: forgiveness 70 x 7 times (never going to bed
angry), instead of giving the silent treatment or just giving up altogether.
It’s what makes
me appreciate all the gifts I have been given in life: as humbly each day I
open mail asking for donations for orphans and the starving poor around the
world, as daily I seek to listen with an open heart to hear God’s words in scripture
and minute by minute I strive to put into practice the work of honoring the
commandments He has spoken.
I find it
difficult to “not covet” my neighbors annual cruises and exotic vacations; I
strive for the patience to not get angry and rude with an IRS representative
who is just doing their job after “wasting 2 hours of my time on hold;” and I
seek to find tolerance for the friend who turns their back on our relationship
because I spoke a moral truth they didn’t want to hear.
Jesus passed through towns and
villages, teaching as he went and making his
way to Jerusalem. Someone asked him, “Lord, will only a few people be saved?” He answered them, “Strive to enter through the narrow gate, for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter but will not be strong enough… Depart from me, all you evildoers!’And
there will be wailing and grinding of teeth…. For behold, some are last who will
be first, and some are first who will be last.” Lk 13: 22-30
Heavenly Father, You discipline us for our own good. Help me
to not be discouraged by moral corruption and to endure the trials of this
world. Strengthen my weary (drooping)
hands and weak knees to do whatever it is You ask of me. Help me to give up this
world for Your world. Bless me with an open heart that isn’t afraid to speak
the truth and help me to keep my eyes focused on Your narrow gate. Thank you
for showing me your presence in the rich rewards of spiritually filled conversations
with special friends and for the grace and peaceful fruit of a joy-filled
marriage. May I be disciplined to live Your way, The Way, which will achieve the
righteousness of Your eternal life. Amen.
May you be blessed in the discipline of doing what is right, by
seeking and speaking the truth, and through the renewed hope of God’s presence
and power through the relationships in Your life.
In the Spirit of Christ,
Charlotte
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