Hope as it turns out is a cheap slut, or so my current situation would lead me to believe. Allow me to explain… I awoke this morning to find a situation that looked very promising in my email. A company that I submitted a resume to for a completely different job, (for which I was absolutely unqualified), had done something very interesting. Rather than toss my resume, they compared it to their other openings, and contacted me regarding a possible match. In the preliminary discussions everything looked hopeful. I dared to believe that this was THE ONE, that this was a providential opportunity that was going to lead to gainful employment. I dared to hope. I dared to believe.
It seemed like everything was going well. I updated my resume as requested by the human resources staff at the company. I asked for prayer from the people closest to me. And everything looked like it was going to work out. Until all hope was extinguished when the person I had been dealing with asked for more detailed revisions to my resume, and included the resumes of the other candidates in the process to show me what he was looking for. It was at this point that hope fled like the virtue of a prom queen after the prom is over. And I was left with an unbelievable situation and I was surely stunned. The other candidates completely blew me out of the water in terms of qualifications, experience, training, and job knowledge. They had advanced degrees, and decades of experience I could only wish to have. One was even on the development team for the most current release of the product this job entails supporting.
And so I gave in to the dark despair that lurks in the recesses of my spirit. I was left with a number of questions regarding the quality and nature of my faith. The Bible says in many places that God cares for all of his creation. Jesus himself repeats this theme in his ministry also. I believe this to be true, and yet I wonder about God’s provision in my immediate context. I am fearful about the future. I accept the Bible at face value that God has a plan for my life, and yet I am frightened about its timing and implementation.
I wonder if I am a liar when I say that I believe in God’s word on this subject, yet reside in such a dark and despairing place. I wonder if it is sinful to be fearful that God won’t fulfill his promises. Am I a hypocrite when I exhort others to believe in God, when my faith seems to be so shallow? Am I the wrong man for anything God may have planned for the future, when I am compelled to ask these questions? Should I just accept the counsel of Job’s wife and ‘curse God and die’?
And yet in my darkest times I was reminded that God is sovereign. I was reminded that despite my circumstances, God still sits on the throne. I was uplifted to know that in spite of all the wind and rain that is buffeting my situation the omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent being that created the universe by the simple spoken declaration of his will still exists. The power to confirm all that he has promised still resides in his spirit.
If I do nothing more than retain the belief in those things, I will have succeeded in surviving the test of this moment, for surely it must have been a test. I was compelled to remember always, that my timing isn’t his timing. I was encouraged to remain steadfast in accepting that God pays for what he orders in our lives. He protects all that creates with the same power that said, ‘let there be light’. Those that God has entrusted into the care of my life, matter to almighty God. I matter to him at the same time.
This moment might seem to some to have been trivial. It might seem like much ado about nothing. I assure you that it wasn’t. The substance of my very soul was tested this morning. I was weighed on the scales. I can only pray that I didn’t come to the place of remembrance too late. I can only wish that my despair wasn’t as costly to me in the long term as I fear it might be. The path out of despair this morning was painful and difficult, but I came out of the place. And I know I didn’t reside there or walk out of there alone. The spirit of God was there trying to comfort the whole time. It was this same spirit that provided timely remembrances of God’s word and promises. And it was this same spirit that carried me out of the land of despair when it was time, my feelings regarding hope notwithstanding.