A Book for the Cases: The Hiding Place

 

“The Hiding Place,” By Corrie ten Boom

“Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.”

 

It takes a lot to pray for the hearts of those that are persecuting us, to give thanks for flea infestations, and to not give up when all that is around us seems evil.

Corrie beautifully describes her sister Betsie, her faith and her heart unmatched. When they were treated like they were below dirt, Betsie still prayed out of love for the guards who beat her mercilessly. At this point I don’t know if I would have it in me to turn to God when the world says to hate Him and the natural gives good reason not to love Him.

My heart broke a couple of nights ago. I saw an autistic fellow rocking back and forth, nervously stroking his hair. I had to close my eyes it was so painful to watch. How unfair for him to be a prisoner in his own body? He is sitting in company who relies on Jesus, and he relies on Jesus with them. That is the heart of Betsie. And more importantly, God knows the depths of his heart and doesn’t see the autism, just a beloved son.

Over the years I have seen afflictions and oppressions burden lives. I have seen people turn their backs to Jesus and I have seen people look Him straight in the eyes during storms. It takes a confidence to be able to love someone who is in control of your life, yet you are still being afflicted.

He loves persistence, to stand tall and take the arrows, knowing that justice will come. I still get angry sometimes when I think of the holocaust, or think of modern-day slavery, or see a child with cancer. Honestly, it doesn’t make sense to me and I am still grappling with some tough questions. But I do know I serve a God of righteous justice and I do know that he turns every circumstance into something good.

So my prayer today is that I would have a heart with the same devotion as Betsie. The kind of heart that gives thanks in all circumstances whether it is a chocolate ice-cream cone or flea infested blanket. He is good and he is patient with my uncertainties.

Lord, bless those who persecute and heal the holes of unbelief in my heart.

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