Like many men of my age, I was quite the little warmonger as a child.
My friends and I loved to do nothing more after school than get together in the big field behind Jeff and David’s houses and play ARMY. As soon as we got home, we would drop our books, say hello to our parents, grab our toy guns, and head out.
Please understand; these guns didn’t actually shoot anything. Not BBs, not pellets, not even air. We “killed” members of the opposing army by aiming our rifle at them and making some kind of “POW!” noise with our mouths.
Each soldier was on the honor system to die fair and square when shot by someone from the other side.
One of the hardest things to do in the game of Army, however, was to surrender.
Surrendering only became necessary when someone from the opposing army stealthfully crept up on your hiding place, pointed his gun at you and said, “OK, Rusty! (my childhood nickname). I see you there behind the garage. Put down your gun and come out with your hands up!”
To be captured was humiliating and embarrassing. Each of us would have preferred to be shot dead, complete with a well-rehearsed death swoon, over being captured by the other side.
Today, even though my last backyard Army battle took place more than 50 years ago, I look around and see that many of us still have the same problem that gripped my boyhood friends and me.
That is to say, it seems that a lot of us today would rather die than surrender.
The health crisis that grips our country is a prime example. The scientists and epidemiologists who have spent their lives studying these things tell us that we are all going to have to – at least temporarily – surrender some of our customary practices to stop the spread of COVID-19.
They say, for example, that…
- … we are going to have to surrender our plans for large family Thanksgiving gatherings.
- … we are going to have to surrender our desire to walk around maskless in public places.
- … we are going to have to surrender our plans to go to restaurants, sporting events, worship gatherings, and concerts.
- … we are going to have to surrender our habit of walking around with dirty hands.
But mostly, the doctors and scientists say, we are going to have to surrender our belief that we are each the masters (or mistresses) of our own domains, free from ANY need to constrain ANY of our behaviors.
We become incensed. We stand up proudly and say – with raised voices – “THAT’S not the America I believe in! No SIR! I live in the land of the FREE! I’m not surrendering my freedom to ANYONE!”
Which is kind of funny, considering all the “surrendering” we each do on a routine, daily basis.
- If you are married, you know exactly what I am talking about. Healthy marriages are based on the art of compromise… in other words, the art of surrendering MY agenda to OUR agenda.
- When we get into a car, we surrender to the authority of our local traffic laws.
- When we get onto a plane (which some people still do, I hear), we completely surrender our lives to the skill of our pilot and the integrity of the air traffic control system.
And would you believe it? Jesus actually went so far as to teach his disciples that surrender was the key to eternal life! He is recorded in each of the gospels saying something similar, but here are his words from the Gospel of Mark: “He called the crowd with his disciples, and said to them, ‘If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it. For what will it profit them to gain the whole world and forfeit their life?’” (Mark 8:34-35, NRSV).
For many of us, the idea of surrender can still be frightening. It can suggest a loss of control over the circumstances of our lives.
But what if, instead of seeing it as a matter of LOSING control, we instead saw surrender as TURNING OVERcontrol…
… that is, turning over control to the One who designed the whole crazy thing in the first place?
Abundant blessings;
Let me ask you: how safe do you feel right now?
Joan and I drove to my stepdaughter’s house in Ft. Collins, Colorado the other day.
The blowing wind woke me up this morning.
“A NEW YEAR… A NEW YOU.”
Russellings of the Spirit 