Hulk Hogan aint got shit on Genesis 32:22-31

Yes, I did just use the word “shit” in conjunction with a bible verse.

 

I have been wrestling with God for some days now. Ok, let’s just be honest and say that I’ve been wrestling with God for some months now. The constant struggle began almost a year ago when the relationship I was banking on lasting forever ended. The thing went down in a smoldering charred mess of metal and flesh. It hurt. It still hurts. So God and I began wrestling. He put his elbow down on the table and I put mine across from him. I knew from the minute He grasped my hand that I was in for it, and there was no way I could pull a Sylvester Stalone “Over the Top” move. We went on like this for a couple of months until he finally jumped across the table turning over chairs and laying me out completely with the death of Melody’s mom, Susie. The death of a woman who took me under her wing as her surrogate daughter. Never replacing my own mom, but taking great care of me while I am away from my mom’s physical proximity. Even still, I wasn’t going to give up that easy on this wrestling match.

Last night God finally made me Jacob and touched my hip so that it would be pulled from the socket as I wrestled with him. But God, don’t you know, that I will not let go before daylight? Don’t you know that I won’t let go until you Bless me?

I wanted to sleep last night forever. I went to bed at 11. I slept like a rock. Like a rock that someone had kicked down a steep and never-ending hill. A rock that rolled over and over and over and over and never stopped moving and never came to a resting place. A rock that hit every other rock and stick and tree stump on it’s way down. I was wrestling with the pillows, wrestling with the blankets, wrestling with my racing mind and the panic of my looming abnormal psychology final, wrestling with my broken heart, and wrestling the night through with God. (It should be said that I was also wrestling the leftover sushi I ate at 10 pm. Some things should never come home boxed up, and some things should never ever be eaten as leftovers, sushi being the most obvious of these things…) Then, I ”woke up” after hours of restlessness at 8 not knowing what to do with my fuzzy head. Most Christians would, at this time, engage in what they refer to as “quiet time” with God. This experience takes form with me in a different way and this morning like every morning, was not the obvious solution. I read my bible, yes, but not daily. I pray a lot, but not necessarily daily. When I wake up in the morning I almost never think of God (I’m sorry but it is true). I think of my aching neck, how badly I have to pee, where are my pants? Can you see through this shirt, cause I really have to pee…, I can’t wait to use my Sonicare toothbrush again today… But not God. Not at least until I’ve had my coffee. But today I woke up and after a little while of contemplating my mood and the feeling in the pit of my stomach I rolled over turned on my computer to the NPR station out of LA that the new guy I am kind of dating is playing on live today. News. Earthquake in China. Oh Lord. More panic. I opened my silly “Everyday Light” book which I have never found to be much help in the past, looking for just a little bit of motivation to pray and feel God. I had no idea that God was pulling on the spandex and entering the ring. The title set for today’s reading “The Unshakeable Kingdom”. WHAT?!?!?! Ok, seriously. Reading on….. and before I had time to think about what I was doing my bible was in my hand and opened to Hebrews.  ”Those things that cannot be shaken will remain. Since we are receiving a Kingdom that is unshakable, let us be thankful and please God by worshiping him with holy fear and awe. For our God is a consuming fire.” (12:27b-29) I’m pretty sure that in the professional wrestling world this move that God pulled out is called a “pile drive”.

Here I felt so shaken that I felt the tremors in my gut. Here I felt so shaken by the numerous losses of life and friendship and love over the past year. Here I felt so shaken by the seeming lack of God’s voice in my ears. Here I felt so shaken by the fear of the countless opportunities to screw up or be screwed up by this upcoming trip to China. Most recently, here I felt so shaken by the mere existence of this new man in my life. Here I felt so selfishly shaken and the urgent need to throw the chance of liking him to the wind because I was so NOT shaken by him three weeks ago. Here I felt so shaken by this stupid boy and what it was doing to my psyche and how it hurt my feelings in the pit of my stomach with every false move he makes. Here I felt so shaken by the fact that I so stupidly entertained the thought of letting him in where I promised no one would ever go again (still holding out on that one…). And here I felt like I was losing my footing on the slippery slope of “the race marked out for us” (*note this comes from a verse I will explain a little later). But there it was, staring back at me in tiny black letters on paper too thin and too white. The things that cannot be shaken will remain. Here I am, feeling shaken, but not shaken at all. The things that cannot be shaken remain. I remain, therefore I must not be shaken. I will not be shaken. And certainly no man, no Justin Greenhouse, no Kevin Slanderman, no Kenn Jankowski and no Abnormal Psychology course will shake me.

But what about that empty-pit-of-the-stomach pain I was feeling? “Our God is a consuming fire.” I am left as a burned out skeleton, and I am glad that it is the all consuming fire that God is, burning out the crap and leaving what He wants in smoldering ashes. I told Melody I thought God should light all this crap on fire in a brown paper bag outside someone’s doorstep. That would be funny. Of course, God would light it on my doorstep and I would be the one stomping out my own flaming poo. That is even funnier. Good one, God.

What happened next, I’m not sure anyone will understand, or appreciate more than Melody and I do. I opened up a window on my computer and looked up Hebrews 12:28 so that I could read multiple translations. What came up was the entire chapter 12 beginning with: “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance *the race marked out for us*. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. ” (vs. 1-3)

Yesterday on Mother’s day, Melody, her dad and I visited her mom’s grave. We decided on dinner at her favorite restaurant and later a movie to get our minds off things. As Melody and I drove to the restaurant we talked about how nice it was to visit her grave, leave her flowers and laugh together there. Melody said, “I really believe that whole ’we are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses’ thing, and I know that mom saw that and loved that we were laughing there…” Now, it is no secret that my bible verse knowledge is not my strongest point. In fact, it is pathetically lacking and weak. I don’t think I had ever before heard that phrase, “Cloud of witnesses”. Then, this morning, it comes to me, as the beginning to the end that was God blessing me and ending this wrestling match. It was that cloud of witnesses that went to God on my behalf, knowing that I couldn’t pray, that I didn’t know what to pray for, that I was so far gone and out that I couldn’t see what the hell was happening.

“Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” I had grown weary, there is no question. I was on the verge of losing heart. It’s funny because if that verse was worded any other way, I wouldn’t have been struck with the intensity of what it means to me to “lose heart”. What it means to lose heart, in my deeply emotional world, is to lose faith in love and loving. To lose passion, compassion, and reverence for that which drives me: love and loving. And because God is love, it is to lose God as my driving force, God as my passion, God as the only way I can understand compassion, and reverence for all that He is and all that He has done for me. But now, considering Him once more I am not feeling weary. I won’t lose heart.

The bottom line is this: God called me back into His reality today. Praise Jesus, ’cause my reality sucks. “It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.” (Gen. 32:30) I went 11 rounds with God in the ring and I am proud to say, I finally lost. I’ll be limping, like Jacob, but shit… it feels so good.