By Jean Jantzen
Hot, exhausted, discouraged, Moses sat on the hard ground, his shadow
stark and black against the apathetic thirsty sand, listening…listening
to the deep dead stillness. Alone in the silence he sat, no wind, no
birds, no sound, just the stir of his own breathing and his gaze lost in
horizons of emptiness.
Where had he gone wrong? He had been catapulted off the treadmill of
human endeavor and smashed into a motionless, mute wall with an
earth-shattering jolt. He couldn’t help thinking about the past—all the
grandeur and excitement of Pharaoh’s court—him being a nationally
respected orator, and for twenty years a highly successful military
leader, he said, "Do this" and it was done. His fame as a decorated
general had spread throughout the land especially after he brought Egypt
a stunning victory over Ethiopia. He remembered the crowds of citizens
jubilantly yelling his name. With his leadership ability and the power
to carry out his will, he assumed the Israelites would automatically
recognize him as their leader. (Acts 7:25)
As Christians have we thought we were prepared and ready to be used
in some powerful way by God? Maybe we’ve had a first-rate education,
with many degrees, like punctuation marks following along after our
name. Or maybe we’ve worked for a highly successful company, held a
prestigious position with much responsibility, or maybe we’ve been
decorated with medals of honour for bravery and heroism. And among our
other impressive credentials we’ve faithfully followed God’s way, living
an exemplary role model for others. And then suddenly we find ourselves
flung back into living a mundane existence, maybe unable to leave our
homes, a demotion so to speak—maybe with a life threatening illness, a
disabling accident, a job loss, or a loss of a mate— and then asking
"What’s going on? Where do I go from here?"
Why could God not use Moses with all his experience and expertise and
leadership qualifications? (Acts 7:22) Why this huge setback? Why
downgrading to a lowly shepherd, an abominable job to the
Egyptian-way-of-thinking, much like a CEO being reduced to janitor.
Hadn’t Moses loved God’s way of life so much he had willingly given up
his privileged way of life in the courts?
What was it that God wanted from Moses besides his excellent resume?
I, too, thought after being in the church for many years and getting two
degrees later in life, that God could use me in a more meaningful,
powerful way. Hadn’t I been a light to both students and instructors?
Hadn’t I done well to have graduated with honors? I smile now when I
read this excerpt from my cover letter that went along with my list of
degrees and wonderful qualifications.
"The major business venture of my life has been raising a large
family of seven children over a time span of 35 years. I viewed my
position as equivalent to an executive of a large corporation. Taking
care of a large family demands an efficient structured schedule, where I
was on call 24 hours a day. Managing crisis situations was a daily or
weekly occurrence. Organization, effective communication skills, time
management, problem solving and budgeting were all-important aspects of
my job. A good working relationship with all these young people required
much diplomacy, love, and tact. How many of us have enjoyed and endured
25 years of working with teenagers and lived to tell the tale? I also
found time for hobbies such as reading, gardening, home-canning, sewing,
camping, crocheting, ceramics, and knitting sweaters a half-a-dozen at a
time."
I thought I was ready, well-equipped for the world, or anything God
could throw at me. And that now, especially after achieving two
"university degrees" I must be ready for something big. Wouldn’t God
open a major door? Where would he lead me to let my light shine? Imagine
my surprise when nothing happened. Big doors did not open. I found
myself looking after the elderly and their daily needs, even to bathing
and toiletry requirements, being a helpmate for my ailing husband and
from time to time my aging mother—lowly, subservient endeavors according
to the world’s standards. Was this a demotion? What exactly did God want
me to learn even though I loved and was content with my labor… and yet…
I looked at Moses’ example. What was it he needed to learn still?
Moses knew God had trained him to deliver his chosen people out of
slavery. Just look at his qualifications. He thought he was ready for
God’s call to action. Now cast off and sweaty, the frills were gone,
stripped away. Here in the stark lonely wilderness, degrees, beautiful
clothes, talent, rank didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how many troupes
he had led into battle, it didn’t matter how smart he was—that he had
hobnobbed with the rich and famous. It was all gone and Moses was naked
before the Lord. Moses had to learn and we have to learn that "unless a
corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abides alone: but if it
die, it brings forth much fruit" (John 12:24) (Romans 12:1).
Moses took it upon himself to perform the task instead of inquiring
or waiting on God. (Exodus 2:11-14) He had not learned it is "not by my
strength, nor by power, but by my spirit" (Zechariah 4:6) that we serve
God. We see Moses needed more courses to master in God’s private school,
for he was too strong for God to use. Moses’ strength originated from
self. True strength results only when we recognize our own weaknesses,
like Paul says "…for my strength is made perfect in weakness…for when I
am weak, then am I strong" (2 Corinthians 12:9,10).
We must learn to look to God for strength and in order to do that we
have to recognize how weak we are without Him. No matter Moses’ life
experience, education, appeal, Moses was a much different man after
forty years in the wilderness, just as the Apostle Paul was after three.
Moses no longer was confident in himself when he stood before Pharaoh,
neither was Paul before Caesar, they knew how much they needed God. So
sooner or later, usually later, in our Christian life we need to spend
that time in the wilderness with God. Mr. H.W. Armstrong had to.
Mr. Herbert Armstrong states in his autobiography: "But I had been
beaten down. God’s hand brought it about…Repeated business reverses,
failure after failure, had destroyed self-confidence. I was broken in
spirit. The self in me didn’t want to die. It wanted to try to get up
from ignominious defeat and try once again to tread the broad and
popular way of vanity and of this world …it was truly a battle for
life…in the end I lost that battle…from then on, this defeated no-good
life of mine was God’s…it was His to use as His instrument, if He
thought he could use it."
I have often wondered why after many years in the church and as we
grow older we, or our loved ones, suffer devastating illness or
disability—a dramatic drop in income, or mobility. What do we learn from
it? Maybe it’s the final lesson—and in our physical weakness, our
dependence, our powerlessness to change things—we finally realize—we are
wholly in God’s hand. There is no one or nothing but God—a time of
humility, a time of reflection, a time of solitude, a time to spend with
God. Any major player in God’s plan spent quality time in the
wilderness—Abraham, Jacob, Moses, Joshua, Nebechadnezar, Job, David, the
Apostle Paul and even Christ to name a few, so we too must endure that
wilderness phase.