Here is the power of words.
Several years ago, a colleague far wiser, more mature with a few more
gray hairs than I shared a story after I had expressed some frustration with
the way things were “back home”. She
didn’t know that the story she shared almost 15 years ago, as brief as it was,
would stick with me and I’d often repeat it giving her credit. And as she relayed the story she said “she
once heard” I didn’t realize the impact it would have. I’ve recalled it time after time in
greater frequency these last few years.
My colleague offered comfort with these words. There was a man who was told by God to push
against a boulder. So he did, his whole
life, push against that boulder. When he
died and was welcomed home by God, the man said all my life I pushed against
the boulder but it never moved. To which
God responded, I didn’t tell you to move it.
I hated and loved this story at the same time. I hated it because we all want to see the
fruit of our labor, we don’t want to feel like our lives were wasted, we want
to know our life had meaning, purpose. I
loved it because it demonstrated trust and obedience. It leaves results to God.
My frustration with the lack of vision and leadership in
Plymouth and Marshall County is no secret.
There are leaders who put an anchor around the neck of our future a long
time ago. Being at our annual conference
reminds me of this again, as I ready myself to go back to pushing on the
boulder. Most people get re-energized at
these conferences, but I get depressed and frankly, find it exhausting. Too often I think “why not us?”
There were massive opportunities missed a decade ago, or
more, but because of politics, we are living with the results. The lack of decent housing, and our gateway
hotels are the most obvious outcome of policies thwarted by the
opposition. And while the public decried
the condition of our roads, a deteriorating condition and poor planning 20
years in the making, they doubled-down and rejected real change that would have
brought a much higher level of expertise into road building. We can’t be this gullible. We can’t be this blind. I can’t continue to run my head into a block
wall. I’m tired of pushing on the
boulder.
Whether the frustration arises from missed opportunities to
make our communities better places, to make the dollars we invest in our roads
go further, to protect our culturally significant places, to motivate our
churches to step up to meeting human needs, to stop archaic practices that
undermine our property rights, the list goes on and on….the reality is that the
boulder hasn’t moved. And the landscape
around the boulder is looking more desolate.
Just a few days ago, figuring that the wisdom of my
colleague was one of oral tradition, I searched the simple line “I didn’t tell
you to move the boulder” and sure enough, the search proved fruitful. But there
were two parts she left out, one that was encouraging, and the other-an ending
that seemed to dilute the power of the story.
So the story goes that a young man walked out of his cabin
and God showed him a boulder in the valley.
And God told the man to push on the boulder, so he did day after
day. He became discouraged after a long,
long time pushing on the boulder and was about to give up but first he prayed
and asked God, why. Why have you asked
me to push on this boulder if it cannot be moved? And God responded, son, I didn’t ask you to
move the boulder but just push on it.
Confused, the young man asked but why?
And God said look at your arms, your back, look at the strength that you’ve
gained in your legs, the calluses on your hands. Look at how your obedience has
led to perseverance under pressure. Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. This is not failure. And
I thought to myself after reading this, please God, let me see this in myself
because the boulder only seems to be getting bigger.
The story’s ending, at least in one version I read, was
sadly disappointing. While I’m sure it
was meant to inspire-and I’m sure a number of tired pushers it did-it left me
realizing how much we mere mortals want to be gods. We want our will. The story ended by God saying to the young
man “now watch me move the boulder” as if obedience wasn’t enough. Not my will, but thine be done. God, as much aggravation that may come from
pushing the boulder, let me still be obedient.
Let the results of my labor be in demonstrating obedience, not in my
expectations. And not in the expectation
of others, most particularly. If
anything, let others see obedience as the most important thing, not the inch or
mile the boulder may be moved…if moved at all.
That the example of obedience may be the inspiration others need to move mountains.
I hate politics. I
hate what I have seen in local, state and national politics over the last
several years. I can use hate because it
is, in many aspects, sin. It has held
Plymouth and our county back in ways we can’t practically enumerate, but the
desolation left around us is a witness against us. I am tired of Christian culture that focuses
on self, which can disguise itself as community if we’re not careful, and
playing to that, churches operate as performance stages. I detest this most unmovable boulder. I find it demoralizing, strength-zapping,
hopeless. And too often I’ve complained
to those around me, even encouraged others to find greener valleys where
boulders don’t exist. And then my mind
goes back to the story my colleague told me those 15 years ago. Just push.
Put a little more shoulder into it.
And maybe pray for more laborers.
I don’t care what party or church they come from if they help push the
boulder.
