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Leave a Footprint-Change the Whole World
By Tim Baker Zondervan Copyright © 2009 Tim Baker
All right reserved. ISBN: 978-0-310-27885-6
Chapter One WHAT IF YOU COULD WALK THE PLANET BAREFOOT ... ... would others want to follow your tracks?
Small, very-used-up toys and old baby pushcarts often litter our church's small nursery. As on most other Sunday mornings, there were a few toddlers struggling to move around on the floor, their attentions shifting quickly from one toy to another. Julie sat in the room rocking babies, building red and yellow block castles, and changing an occasional diaper.
I'd met Julie four years earlier, when she was a freshman in college, and we'd been friends since. Julie had always seemed wise well beyond her years-an old soul trapped in her young body. She was quiet, but not timid, and often spoke with restrained strength. And there was always laughter fl owing out of her. You know how it is when you have a friend who's about to graduate or move? It seems like the last few conversations you have with these friends are always the best ones ... the ones that make you say to yourself and to them how much you wish they weren't moving away because you want to have more good talks-even though you really haven't had that many really great talks. Well, as I sat in the nursery with Julie that day, that's the kind of talking we did. Julie's graduation was rocketing toward her, and she was stressing ... feeling unready to go out into the world. It was too much pressure. Julie was caving ...
And drowning ...
And worrying ...
She'd been studying to be an airplane mechanic, but as graduation approached she was questioning the decision she'd made years earlier. Did she really believe God had led her to this major? Had she made the right decision investing four years of her life at this university? Should she have become a pilot? An English teacher? A politician? She'd loved airplanes since she was a kid, but doubt was creeping in and ruining the certainty she'd had about her future, and stress was taking over and making her feel like she'd chosen the wrong major. After investing a lot of time, money, and emotion imagining herself as the jumpsuit-wearing airplane-mechanic girl, she was realizing now that airplanes were the last occupation on her list.
And, it felt like everyone had gotten in the disappointment line, waiting to blast her for any change in major or life direction. People like ...
Her parents ... They'd spent tons of money sending her to the "right" school. They'd invested countless hours on the phone encouraging her. They'd shared their pride in her to their friends. Their focus was on Julie actually doing what she'd been training to do.
Her friends ... They were all heading off to do what they'd been preparing four years to start doing. Grad school. Their first jobs. Getting married. Buying a car ... renting a house ... finding new places to hang out.
Her teachers ... They'd invested hours teaching her the finer points of overhauling airplane engines. Her advisor had spent more than a lot of time working with her to craft the right course schedules.
And Julie, herself ... She was afraid she was ruining her entire future and life. She didn't want to let anyone down, including God. It was a weighty time for her.
How do you take on the world when you're not sure you're really ready-and not sure you really want to do what you've been saying you want to do for years? How do you live with the tension of doing what God wants, what your parents expect, and what you love? How can you know God's will for your life so clearly that you don't mess up what he wants you to do?
A DIVINE BLUEPRINT?
I tried. I did my best to ease Julie's fears. I'm sure you know how compassion kicks in when you see a friend hurting. It spills out of you like warm hot chocolate. I offered her my sweet warm fuzzy ideas ... "God loves you no matter what," I said. "You'll be fine, just take a step of faith, and make sure you honor God with what occupation you do choose," I continued.
I'm not convinced I helped Julie much. That's probably because I'm not sure I'm convinced about the whole "God's will" scenario Christians often toss around. I'm not sure I believe God has some kind of pre-ordained overarching plan for our entire lives. I'm not sure I grasp God's will as a preprogrammed, shrink-wrapped, and packaged-up idea God makes for each and every believer.
Ever since I was a kid, I've admired my dad's occupation. He was a civil engineer-the guy you'd call on if you wanted to build a building that didn't fall down. Dad would take me to his office and I'd see the long, fl at drawers lining the walls. And in those drawers were large blueprints that smelled like old blue ink. I'd walk in, pull myself up onto one of the tall chairs that lined his blueprint table, and look over whatever plans my dad was working on, trying to understand what all the lines and marks and notes meant. I never could grasp what they said, because reading a blueprint for a building is both an art and a science. You need both sides of your brain working at the same time.
The planning and forward-thinking it takes to create a building astounds me. An architect has to envision every corner, every nook, every wall, and much more, giving careful thought to where wires, conduits, air ducts, closets, and all that other stuff will go. All of that goes on the blueprint. All of it is figured out before the first shovel hits the earth.
My dad's trained mind and keen eye were monumental things to me. He was a building magician, able to put these structures together, organize the people needed, get the money required, stay on schedule, get deliveries on time, hold meetings, plan openings, look for finishing touches, and-probably the most difficult aspect of all of that-work with the myriad of problems that come up during the building process.
Several years ago, when I was at a very crucial point in my development as a believer, I was calling out to God and asking him for direction. I wanted God to tell me what I was supposed to do for him. "Please show me your will" I would pray. "Maybe God, if I could just see the bigger picture of my life." And if I lacked faith or hadn't heard anything, I'd desperately cry out, "Just show me my next step!" I'd make sure God knew I'd give him the praise for anything good that happened in my life as a result of obeying his plan. I'd invite people to see the glory of God pronounced undeniably in the beautiful building of the life he designed for me. And, should any of that fall apart-if anything bad happened as a result of my following God's plan-then I'd take the blame. It'd be my fault because bad and uncomfortable or unsuccessful things only happen to weak believers or, worse, disobedient believers. And, should something monumentally awesome happen-maybe I win a million dollars following God's plan, or I get the chance to speak at a presidential election ceremony, or I get my face on a cereal box-then God would certainly get that praise, too. I'd praise him on the drive over to the bank where I'd deposit that huge check you get following God's perfect plan.
Somehow, in the cosmic weirdness of my mind, I made God out to be a supercharged version of my dad. God was the guy in heaven making blueprints of my life, taking them out whenever I had a question about what direction or next step to take, reviewing them, looking over what he'd planned out, then letting me know what I was supposed to do next. Ever wonder what God does all day? Well, I imagined him spending every moment looking over his perfectly crafted, predetermined, unchangeable plans and letting us know what we're supposed to do with ourselves here on planet Earth. He'd look over them as architect, engineer, and artist, seeing our glorious end, our financial prosperity, our emotional wholeness, and our occupational success. And as he looked them over, he'd wring his hands and say to himself, "If only they'll be obedient robots and do what I programmed them to do. If only they'll be holy enough so I can tell them what I want them to do with their lives." At least that's what I thought.
When you believe God has everything in your life pre-planned like a blueprint, you view everything that happens to you as part of that blueprint. I now realize that when I would pray those things-like, "Please show me your will" and "Help me see the big picture" and "Just show me my next step"-I was actually taking away from the beauty of how God created me. I was no longer unique or special. My life could not ebb and flow. I could not go through moments of doubt or joy. I was saying to God, "Please, God, help me be more like the robot you created me to be." If I wanted to be God's good robot, I could not depart from his plan which was somehow built into me as a part of my soul. And in my thinking, the way for me to really tap into that plan was to pray. A lot. The way to know the plan of God for me was unending prayer, fasting, Bible reading, and worship. Slowly, one day at a time, if I was being obedient enough and praying enough and seeking enough, God would reveal his plan, the plan already built into me. I would just know it. It would be an open door. I'd walk through, I'd be there, and I'd be content.
I had excuses for God and me if I never deciphered the plan. If I couldn't figure it out, I wasn't praying enough. If it seemed too big, I lacked faith. If I only knew one right decision to make, God was letting me know one little bit at a time-letting me know only so much because if I knew everything I'd run and hide in the closet like a scared kid.
And, if I ever doubted my whole idea of blueprint living, I had Scriptures that seemed to back up the idea-Scriptures like this one:
Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:16)
When I read that "the days ordained for me" were written in God's book, I imagined my life as a story that had already been written. God knew the plot, the number of pages, and all the characters-and none of those could change. So I'd devote myself to asking God what was in the next chapter. I'd dump seeing, knowing, and determining into the same bucket, call them the same thing, and believe that God's knowing me from before my birth meant he directed every second of The Me Show.
Or, there was this verse ...
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11)
I would forget those words were written to captive Israel, and not to non-captive me. I'd read "plans I have for you" and imagine God had specific plans that never changed, that they were always good and included no pain, poverty, uncertainty, questioning, or times when God feels silent, even though Israel experienced all of those.
Or this verse ...
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is-his good, pleasing and perfect will. (Romans 12:2)
I'd ignore context here, too, and imagine the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God that Paul spoke of was a predetermined plan, and the more I sacrificed myself, the more I'd know about that will. The reverse of that is obvious, isn't it? If I didn't know God's will, then there was something wrong with my walk with God. Think that through ... holy, spiritually perfect people know God's will. The rest of us, those who are honestly pursuing God yet don't have his plans for us all figured out, are unholy.
Those passages were just enough Scripture to make me think there was some divine blueprint called God's Will for Your Life, but not enough to give me the path to how I could ever know what that will was. They led me to years of searching for a hand from the sky that would show me God's will.
THE WRONG QUESTIONS?
So when I talked to Julie that day in the church nursery, I understood what she was looking for. It's the same thing I've been looking for when I've asked those questions. And I bet it's the same quest you've been on, too. We want to know God's will for us, for certain. We want to know for sure that what we're doing with our lives, or what we've committed to doing, is exactly what God wants us to do. We want the exact plan and we don't want to wait for it. We don't want the future to be muddy. We want the certainty of the good soldier who's got the commander's orders tucked away in his pocket. Those orders need to be specific, measurable, detailed, and stamped with the seal of our commander, God-the giver of all orders for his army.
But is that the personality of God? Is he the blueprint-making, plan-scheming, order-giving guy who determines our every step? Does he keep his plans from us until we've been good enough, prayed enough, devoted ourselves enough? Does he wait until we are ready for his will, and then bestow it on us like a prize? Is the discovery of his will the result of hours of hard work?
I don't really think God wants us to come to him and ask to see the blueprint. Instead, I think he wants each of us to say, "Lead me into that next step." We want certainty, but God wants us to stay uncertain. He wants to direct our next step, not show us a detailed plan for our entire lives. Maybe that's because God knows we're not ready to know the whole story. Maybe God just wants our every step to be rooted in dependence on him. Maybe he doesn't tell us more than we need to know, because if we could see all that's ahead of us, we might be so scared we'd never move.
The myth of God as the all-knowing blueprint-hiding guy in the sky has served us well. We've needed to see him as that kind of God during those times when we're not clear on what we're supposed to do with our lives. And, I think we've needed God to be that kind of guy, because ...
We're reluctant to admit we don't really know what God's will is.
There's a reason why you'll get 17 different answers if you ask six people what God's will is for you and how you're supposed to find it. Humans created the theory that we can easily discover God's will because it helps us feel better about what we're doing with our lives. If there's a blueprint labeled "God's will" that governs everything that happens in our lives, then we don't have to think about our own direction. We aren't responsible for our own decisions. We don't have to concentrate too hard on where we're going in life, because everything we do is part of God's overarching will for us. Every single thing that happens to us-positive or negative-is the result of God's predetermined, unchangeable will.
We're more comfortable waiting than doing.
It's also common for "God's will" to be offered as an excuse for making mistakes or not doing anything. We encourage people to wait for God's will, spend time seeking God's will, and in doing that, we don't really have to do anything ... just wait. The longer we wait, the holier we seem once we've "heard" God.
But what makes Christianity so special that those of us who follow Jesus get to sit around and wait until we hear something from God? How many people have you met who've seemed more spiritual when they've finally "heard God's call"? Why do we get to do nothing until we hear something?
"God's will" can explain why things don't go as we'd planned.
Suppose a believer gets in over her head in a job-the position is too much, and she doesn't rise to the challenge. She struggles with her responsibilities, things get mixed up, and she gets fired. Once the firing happens, the words come quickly ... the position wasn't what God had in mind for her. It was outside God's will. He didn't want it for her, so he arranged it so the job didn't work out. But what if God wanted her in that position, and she totally blew it? What if God's will was that she remain in that position for as long as she could possibly stay? What if she was God's person for the job ... but then she messed things up and mucked up the divine plan?
The more I read the Bible, and the more I listen to people talk about what they think God's will is, the more I'm convinced that we're imposing our ideas about God's will on God rather than building our understanding on what we find in God's Word. We want so badly for God to have an exact call and will for us that we create the idea that he has a specific will for us. Then, we create steps about finding God's will that don't exist in the Bible.
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