“Neither will I hide my face any more from them: for I have poured out my spirit upon the house of Israel, saith the Lord GOD.” (Eze 39:29 AV)
Hopefully, there comes a time when
extreme correction is no longer needed.
There might be a tweek or two.
But hopefully, if we have been walking with the LORD, He has cleansed
the major weaknesses of our character and there is no more need for drastic
measures. Such is the expression
above. Israel has been sent into
captivity for the sins of idolatry. She
has played the harlot against the LORD and the LORD took His hand of protection
away. Assyria and Babylon have invaded,
removing the vast majority of the Hebrews to enslave them to the whims of a
pagan king. Several hundred years later,
they would find themselves under the control of Rome. Given the opportunity to accept the Messiah,
they reject Him and even have a hand in His crucifixion. This resulted in the total destruction of
Jerusalem and the scattering of God’s people.
For two thousand years, the Jewish population would not have a country of
their own. All because they would not
walk in obedience. However, along comes
the AntiChrist and for the first time, the remnant accepts Jesus as their
Christ. They have learned their
lessons. They have grown up. They have put away the lusts of their
youth. Now, they enter the millennial
reign of Christ with no more severe correction on the horizon. They matured.
They grew up.
There came a point in the maturity
level of my sons when the paddle was put away.
When they had the ability to reason abstractly, there really was no more
need for corporal punishment. That is
not to say there was no need for punishment at all. Rather, when they failed, there was often a
discussion and a mutual agreement that correction was needed. Although at that maturity level, they may not
have liked the punishment meted out, they did understand the need for it and
the just nature of it. As they
approached adulthood, a less and less punitive correction was needed. Mutual respect and appreciation for parental
wisdom took over. Sure, they still made
mistakes. But by and large, the foolishness
of the child was chastened out and the more mature head of a respectful young
man took its place. Each stage of this relationship
had its special moments. Teaching my son
to walk, talk, or follow along as I led was a joy beyond compare. Sitting and sharing a book with subject
matter that made his eyes light up is precious.
Then there are those adolescent years, teaching him how to throw a ball,
cast a rod, or shoot a deer. But then a
funny thing happens. Their brain develops
to the point when instruction becomes more philosophical rather than rules and
regulations. Those years (and they
continue to be so) when conversations aren’t centered around fixing what is
wrong with my son, rather, sharing experiences of life as a source of encouragement
and joy.
This seems to be the same pattern the
saint of God experiences as he walks with God.
We wonder if the hard years will ever get easier. I don’t know about that. But what I think is, the LORD gives us a
maturity that makes handling hard times easier.
The season of harsh correction has passed. We have learned our lessons. We have learned to trust no matter the set of
circumstances. One of the joys of
ministry is being by the side of those well advanced in years, helping them to
enter into eternity. It never ceases to
amaze me how at peace those who love the LORD seem no matter the circumstances
of their homegoing. They could be in
much pain. Or, they could be rather
comfortable. They could have so many
untended and loose strings, or than could have planned well and had an orderly
exit. No matter the circumstances, I
have noticed a great peace in the hearts of those who are about to see their
Savior face to face. The time of
correction is over. The time of unabated
sweet fellowship has come. I say all
that to say this. If you are like me and
struggle to please the LORD in all you do, you are aware of seasons of
correction. You are aware the LORD must
send difficult times so that we learn the lessons we are supposed to learn or
forsake the sins we are supposed to forsake.
As one gets older, those times become less dramatic. Our relationship with the LORD changes. He will always instruct and correct. But the tenor is different. It becomes deeper and sweeter until that
final day when He calls us home. This is
the hope of all His saints.
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