Be A War Profiteer

Armors and Shields

“I’m sorry I’m so much trouble to you–she said as I massaged her back. She had been greatly oppressed again, and her face showed the strain.

“Oh, the trouble of driving me to Jesus, to seek His face and increase my faith, and my confidence in Him, and the trouble of learning to pray with perseverance? Is that the trouble you’re sorry for? Silly girl!”

I am the one who needs to apologize, I think. I am a crass profiteer off the war going on about her.

But I first learned about not wasting these opportunities for reckless profit  in the midst of my own fight for faith. Now I am a happy mother of children, but it was not always so. In fervent devotion I once offered up my body as a living sacrifice, holding nothing back, not even my womb–but I naively thought the Father understood my severe deficits in the  mothering department, and he would go easy with the actual numbers he put in my charge, and all their accompanying challenges. As the body count began to rise, I whined, “Why in the world did you give me so many children, Lord?  If you knew already I would be so unskilled in the battle of bringing them up in your fear and admonition?”

Oh those terrible days of much mourning over losses. I shrank back and hid. I sought to escape.

Back then I looked for magic wands and formulas to rescue me from the consequences. At last, I let my trouble drive me to Him, and to His rest, in the ruins of my life. Why do we resist Him so? It was unbelief that made me lose nearly everything before I finally surrendered to Him. But I have learned through much affliction to love and trust Him, and believe His word. God knows what blessings He can trust us with, and how much of a load of these gifts’ corresponding care and concern we can bear. He is looking for faith among those ruins. I have learned to pray, and I say to Him often enough, “Lord, either lighten the load, or strengthen my back!” But a load borne with faith is easy and light. And its weight is measured with joy.

So, I agree with David Wilkerson, who this week declared, “any affliction that keeps me from going astray—that drives me deeper into his Word—is healing. God’s most gracious healing force spiritually and physically can be afflictions. To suggest that pain and affliction are of the devil is to suggest that David was driven by the devil to seek God’s Word.”

So I no longer refuse Him who speaks to me so directly in the calamities He brings. He speaks so strongly and clearly to me in them, to come to Him, to cast my care upon Him, to rest in His unfailing Love. Affliction has been very good to me.

But there is no greater pain for a parent than to watch his child struggle under the weight of great loads we ourselves have learned with great suffering to bear. We long to rescue them–I long to save from  sorrows this blessing child whose aching shoulders I now massage, this girl who had just cleaned my room as a great surprise for me while I had been away and had broken one of my most prized possessions, a picture frame holding a hand-calligraphied portion of Isaiah 42. She had been dusting and the frame had fallen, and she was heartbroken–she knew how much it meant to me. How guilty she felt, and she couldn’t tell me.

She will learn for herself in time what are the real trophies of faith — the treasures that bear the marks of  further tests of faith– the marks of afflictions sent not to crush us, but to lead us to Him. She will learn that resting in Him is a glorious kind of overcoming. She will understand how the broken glass she mourns for is like the world that is passing away– but we have to look through those broken shards to see the enduring promises beyond.

Faith is a triumph of seeing. We take our eyes off the broken glass, the problems and cares and woes of life, and all that the Destroyer hurls our way in the sovereign will of God, and fix our gaze on the Word that He promises us will never return empty. This is all of grace. In the midst of the battle, in all the confusion and fear and lack of faith, he still will bless. Trials train our souls.

I would not trade these fierce battles for a life of ease — if only His presence goes with me and gives rest. For I am a War Profiteer.

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12 Comments on “Be A War Profiteer”

  1. Karen Butler Says:

    The version I attempted to embed is a fuller length rendition of this moving song and is well worth going to YouTube for a listen.

    “Be Still, My Soul”
    by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
    Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

    Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
    Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
    Leave to thy God to order and provide;
    In every change He faithful will remain.
    Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
    Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

    Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
    To guide the future as He has the past.
    Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
    All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
    Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
    His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

    Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
    And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
    Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
    Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
    Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
    From His own fulness all He takes away.

    Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
    When we shall be forever with the Lord,
    When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
    Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
    Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
    All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

    • Karen Butler Says:

      I love hearing this choir sing this song. I was so glad to find such a lovely rendition, (not all breathy with fake emotion that is the current fad in CCM), but was puzzled why they changed the lyrics of that third verse–switched

      Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
      His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.


      Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
      From His own fulness all He takes away.

      And today I figured it out. How sad, and disappointing that this choir connected to St. Phillips Episcopal Church must have feared to offend by praising the name above all names. Sums up the Anglican Church very well these days. Sad.

  2. beky Says:

    yeah that is really true tho moms. they say wutever don’t kill ya make you stronger right. it’s the same thing i think. if my life was perfect i wouldn’t feel god in those dark times ya kno??

    • Karen Butler Says:

      Like they say, the darkness only makes the light shine so much brighter.

      or better, CS Lewis:
      ~ God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world ~

  3. beky Says:

    reminds me i was tryna tell ya today how i was readin in isaiah 30 the other day: ‘o people of zion, who live in jerusalem, YOU. WILL. WEEP. NO. MORE. HOW GRACIOUS HE WILL BE WHEN YOU CRY FOR HELP! as. soon. as. he. hears. he. WILL. answer. you. although the lord gives you the bread of ADVERSITY and the water of AFFLICTION, your teachers will be HIDDEN NO MORE; with. your. own. eyes. you will see them. whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “THIS. IS. THE. WAY; WALK. IN. IT.”‘

    • Karen Butler Says:

      Sorry I missed your call-back, yesterday. Though I am so glad to see these comments here, to be able to have that permanent record of how God is speaking to you. I treasure these words.

  4. beky Says:

    seems like it really god puttin the right stuff on our hearts for it to coincide like that! i always seen ‘god’ in those more-than-coincidences but now i think i can understand an appreciate it more. i love readin ya blog. XO

    • Karen Butler Says:

      It is the wonder of Him who can open His hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing (Ps. 145:16)

      i love reading ya comments. XO

  5. Jan (2) Says:

    Thanks Karen
    i was reminded of this old hymn

  6. Karen Butler Says:

    Jan, I’m sorry for not responding right away. Our main computer is laid up with Malware, and I am borrowing this one to check for messages.

    Thank you so much for the link to that moving hymn. I love discovering these kinds of treasures mined by the saints who have gone before. Blessings to you, my friend.

  7. Sylvia Says:

    Karen you have no new threads since May, are you OK sister?

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