Not for the Hasty

Feet Series, Part Three

Ann Voskamp wrote today, “Lent’s for the messes, the mourners, the muddled — for the people right lost. Lent’s not about making anybody acceptable to a Savior — but about making everybody aware of why they need a Savior.”

This Lent has been an emptying. Not my own choice, mind you. While I tried—and failed miserably—to fast from “some lush little luxury” (Voskamp again), God knew how I needed to get to the Cross.

It seems I am a slow learner. For all my words of surrender, it is the heart that speaks truth. And the way to my heart, it would seem, is through my feet.

My feet still hurt and I still fume with why. All that I want to do has become all that I cannot do. My heart rages as I choke on the fear.

Who am I without my feet?

Oswald Chambers wrote, “No one is ever united with Jesus Christ until he is willing to relinquish not sin only, but his whole way of looking at things.”[1]

I don’t want to look at things differently. I cling fast to the old me, the me who could do it all and loved doing it. I don’t understand this new way, the way of death. The death is too real, too painful.

I stand below my husband the climber and crane my neck as he scales higher and higher, and I long to be up there with him. I married an active, adventurous man, a man who makes a living with his feet. And the fear tries to strangle me as I feel he is getting farther and farther away.

Will I always be left behind?

And isn’t that what we all face—being left behind? When those pieces of ourselves that define us are suddenly removed, we stand here in this naked fear.

I am not enough.

And more. When all the dreams I built my life on seem to be crumbling away, what is left?

“It is not just a question of giving up sin,” wrote Chambers, “but of giving up my natural independence and self-assertiveness, and this is where the battle has to be fought. It is the things that are right and noble and good from the natural standpoint that keep us back from God’s best.”

I liked being strong. (Or thinking I was.) I liked being able. I liked not only fitting in, but conquering.

All that I had was good. But it was not the best.

“Desire without knowledge is not good—how much more will hasty feet miss the way! A person’s own folly leads to their ruin, yet their heart rages against the Lord” (Prov. 19:2-3).

Not so hasty, child. Your feet are missing the way. Your raging heart will ruin you.

Have you forgotten the One who endured the cross?

“And have you completely forgotten this word of encouragement that addresses you as a father addresses his son? It says, ‘My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline, and do not lose heart when He rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and He chastens everyone He accepts as His son” (Heb. 12:5-6).

Hasty feet miss the way.

Hasty feet are quick to run after their own desires. They scale the wrong mountains and seek fulfillment in doing and conquering.

“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. ‘Make level paths for your feet,’ so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed” (Heb. 12:11-13).

How do we strengthen what is weak and feeble?

“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength” (Is. 30:15).

He wants to heal us, give us peace, fill us with Himself, but we cannot be filled until we are emptied of everything else.

The way to my heart is through my feet . . . because my feet are my pride.

“It is going to cost the natural in you everything. Jesus said, ‘If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself.’ Beware of refusing to go to the funeral of your own independence” (Chambers).

The way of trust is not for the hasty.

This slowing is a blessing, God’s gift to me at Lent to show me my need of Him. To turn me in the right direction.

God hasn’t really taken away my feet; He has only given them a new calling. He isn’t interested in a mountain-conqueror. He is cultivating a daughter of the kingdom, one whose feet will approach “Mount Zion . . . the city of the living God . . . to Jesus . . . and to the sprinkled blood” (Heb. 12:22-24).

Do not lose heart.

He is leading you to the holy.

My hasty feet will probably keep seeking this earthly glory. But the One whose voice shakes the earth and makes creation crumble is calling us to more. “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and worship . . .” (Heb. 12:28).

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[1] Oswald Chambers, “The Relinquished Life,” from My Utmost for His Highest, 1935