In recent posts I have looked at the lives of the Elder Brother, Cain, and Martha of Bethany. I have found that it was the Elder Brother’s self righteousness that kept him from intimacy with his father, it was Cain’s unworthiness that kept him from intimacy with God, and a combination of the two that kept Martha from intimacy with the Savior. As I have pondered my life as it relates to these three people I find at the heart of their behavior, insecurity.
Webster defines insecure as follows:
1. Not secure; not confident of safety or permanence; distrustful; suspicious; apprehensive of danger or loss.
2 Not effectually guarded, protected, or sustained; unsafe; unstable; exposed to danger or loss.
Insecurity.
The word brings a defensiveness doesn’t it?
The very inference that I might have insecurity brings a knee jerk reaction much like Martha’s response to Jesus‘ question, “Believest thou this?” I instantly want to defend such an accusation with what I know, complete with scripture references! However; my soul’s response to the intimacy that Mary enjoyed with Jesus, Abel enjoyed with God, and the Prodigal enjoyed with his father would suggest otherwise. In their presence I am not so confident of my permanence; I am not so trusting of those scriptures I once referred to, and I become suspicious and apprehensive that I have lost or will lose those promises that I so desperately clung to. I begin to feel cold and exposed, vulnerable. Then someone I can’t see hands me a blanket that seems to protect me from further plummeting temperatures. In this blanket is found no warmth, just a protecting from a deepening chill. In a very ironic turn of events I find that there is no warmth radiating from my own body just a perpetual coldness that circulates around me as I lay beneath that blanket.
Do you ever notice that when you are super cold you can’t seem to move? It’s a curious predicament we find ourselves in, the very activity that is best for us is also the most uncomfortable. I have lived the majority of my life in this very uncomfortable state, chilled to the marrow. My trusty blanket has always been there. It was a gift given me long ago from the enemy of my soul. That blanket is insecurity.
Through the trials I have walked through it is God Who first gives me the grace to give Him the tattered identity the world has defined me with; when I choose to receive that grace by faith, we make a trade. He takes that counterfeit reality and I receive His truth. As we do this dance of give and take I find that my Father now asks me to take a bigger leap of faith than He has ever asked of me. With disappointment, unworthiness, and rejection, I could always see the other side so to speak. It was sort of like falling backwards knowing He was behind me. Now as I lay shivering under my insecurity blanket I hear Him ask for it. Suddenly it’s like He is standing in front of me asking me to fall backward. I can’t see how in the world He is going to catch me. It’s definitely a different level of faith.
I’d love to say that as He asks for my insecurity blanket I throw it into the wind but I find it’s not so easy. The frigid winds of fear blow the blanket against my body as I release my grip on it. It’s going to take a much more deliberate action than just letting go of it. Condemnation comes and taunts me with the obvious refusal to trust that hinders me from separating myself from the blanket that clings to me. Tempted to entertain it I begin to ask, “have I ever trusted God?” Condemnation waits at the door for my answer. What is my answer? Yes, I have trusted God….just not like this. Resolved, I continue the process of trying to rid myself of the wretched blanket that is hindering me so much. Then, remembering Lazarus, I realize the truth:
The cold I am feeling is a death chill that is only perpetuated by my attempts to release myself from it. I must fully rely on the same Source that once called a dead man from his tomb, the One Who spoke the words of life, and defeated death once and for all. The One called JESUS!
John 6:63 “It is the Spirit that gives life; the flesh profits nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are Spirit and they are life.”
Onward.
SDG~tj





