today for work we went to the morton arboretum for a day of prayer and fasting. it was really cool to have the opportunity to spend time in prayer and community (while also getting paid for it!). we spent 4 hours of the day in solitude, seeking after God, reading scripture, praying, and roaming the grounds. i didn't really know what to expect from the exercise, but at the end of the day i was extremely grateful for the ways that God had spoken.
the day started with a reading of hebrews 11. we then had to write down the ways that we had acted out of faith in our past. it was very humbling to think of myself in the same respect as Abraham, Moses, and Jacob. I couldn't imagine being counted among this "great cloud of witnesses." i struggled to come up with something and jotted it down, feeling like my act of faith seemed pretty insignificant in comparison. later, i was thinking about it and came to the realization that the same God that worked in them, lives in me. these people started out "small" and never intended for their lives to be recorded in history. they simply took steps of faith, one at a time, believing that what God had said for them was true. and here we are reading about them thousands of years later.
one of the major things that stuck out about the lives of those recorded in hebrews is the fact that they all suffered persecution and trials. they lived radical lives, willing to face lions, be sawed in two, or endure famine, beatings, and destitution. it's hard to relate to this while living in a 21st century western culture where our greatest persecution comes through a lack of cultural acceptance (and that is at times few and far between). so, what does this mean for me? i was reminded of a call to live a life of radical faith--even though i live in a more accepting day and age. i am asked to step out of the boat, to welcome in the stranger, to sacrifice my dearest things, and enter the lion's den--even if it occurs within the context of midwestern, suburban, Illinois.
later in the day, i spent some time wandering around the trails of the arboretum. as i was looking at all the trees, i saw a HUGE oak tree. i was then reminded of the scripture in Isaiah, describing us as "oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor." seeing this majestic creation reminded me of the work that God is able to do in our lives--taking us as a weak seedling and growing us up into strong planting in Him. yet, God wasn't finished with teaching me yet...
i was walking the trail, heading back to my car when i saw a bunch of acorns scattered on the ground. i was reminded of the mighty oak and it's small beginnings...and the fact that the tiny little acorn must go through a process of dying before it is transformed into such a tall tree. then i realized this wasn't just about the acorn, but it was about me. things in my life must die off before new life is able to grow. the fathers of faith in Hebrews are all testaments to this. they endured processes of death, suffering, and persecution so that the glory of God would be revealed in and through their lives. so i must do the same. the hard shell of the acorn must be sloughed off and broken down so that the inner workings can be exposed, allowing the seed to flourish and grow. this is the process i must submit to, and unfortunately, this isn't a one time deal. every day, every hour, there must be a surrender to the process of the Spirit--allowing Him to expose and refine....so that ultimately His splendor will be displayed.
maybe we aren't as different from the "great cloud of witnesses" as i originally thought....
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