Posts Tagged ‘Corrie ten Boom’

Individualized Spiritual Testing

March 9, 2014

[NOTE: The following email dialog is based on the March 7 reading in the devotional book titled The One Year Christian History by E. Michael and Sharon Rusten (Tyndale, 2003). To give a thumbnail background, Vibia Perpetua was a young mother in Carthage who died a martyr on March 7, 203, for being unwilling to give up her faith at the command of the Roman emperor Septimius Serverus, even at the strong urging of her father, explaining that, as a vase or water pot could not become what it was not made to be, she could not be other than the Christian she had been called to be.]


Been thinking about this comment since you mentioned it the other day, and then yesterday had a chance to read it.

Not sure that it is true in an absolute sense that she was a “better” person. Consider these things:

1) No father has the same expectations for individual accomplishment for every child. Right? If I remember right, you had 2 children–you didn’t treat them EXACTLY the same, did you? I know I didn’t my 2, nor my 2 step-children. One interpretation of the scripture from Proverbs “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it” is with emphasis on the “HE” in the 1st part–i.e., NOT the way some other child should go, but the way intended specifically for him in God’s incredibly unique design.

2) When needed, each of us can be a hero. I wanted to state that succinctly. What I mean is, when we are called upon by circumstances to stand, to be a witness, the empowerment to do so will be there. Corrie ten Boom (The Hiding Place), who was imprisoned in Nazi Germany for hiding Jews, and was the only one of her family who survived, told of a story when she was a child. She asked her father the meaning of some term she heard, something vulgar and not appropriate for her age. He said, “Corrie, when we go somewhere on the train, when do I give you your ticket?” She said, “When I need it, after we get on.” He replied, “When you need to know that, you will know.” And that is generally true of our spiritual tests. I don’t believe Jesus could not have undergone the temptation in the wilderness PRIOR to being baptized and having the Holy Spirit come on him. In fact, Scripture specifically states that it was the Spirit who led him into the wilderness! I remember being impressed with the story of a French nun in Africa who was being raped by a group of guerrilla fighters who ravaged so much in the 20th century. Right in the midst of being raped, traumatic as that must have been, she heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “I have need of your body.” She somehow managed to cooperate, and ended up later leading at least one of her captors to Christ. Not a test I would have wanted to undergo. But we are each called to our own test, and we each “succeed” or “fail” based on our loving Father’s expectations for us in that particular test–not by tests given to others.

Hope that helps. I think you are doing a great job of following the Lord–as great in your own way as Vibia!

Congratulations, Russ Perpetuus (masculine of Perpetua!)…<G>



“A Rock Feels No Pain…” BUT

February 3, 2013

I woke early this morning with the final lines of old Simon & Garfunkel song “I Am A Rock” playing in my mind—the part they play slowly at the end: “…and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries”—an appealing thought to many in our society, especially when the pain has been great, and the tears many.

Still, not feeling pain can be a bad thing, as lepers and paralytics know—it can lead to physical damage to body parts that fail to respond to stimuli, and can result in infections, sickness, even gangrene and death. (I know this personally from the death of my first wife, but that’s another story for another time.) And never crying can lead to psychological constipation and emotionally stunted growth, and who knows what else. Pain and trauma internalized can be tragic.

But even more tragic are the things that are missed. A rock never gives birth to a child, an idea, or a business. A rock never experiences the pleasures of life or the blessings that pain can sometimes bring. An island cannot cry tears of joy either. A rock never moves or grows or changes. An island doesn’t multiply, or grow families, or have dinner with anyone.

I don’t want to be a rock, eroding slowly, almost eternally, only becoming sand after eons. Not for me the eternal life of the Cumaean Sybil, who forgot to ask for eternal youth, shriveling up until eventually she was placed into a jar.

I want to live and breathe and laugh and cry. I want to feel pain enough to know what true joy is. And one day I want to die gloriously, even if it’s in my sleep. Meanwhile, I want to know people to the fullest—even those who fail me, intentionally or not.

And if I am not remembered in a hundred years, what I have done that is good will still live on in the lives of those who followed, and those whom they blessed and carried on.

I love stories of people who find encouragement in some of the bleakest circumstances, who take lemons and make lemonade—and then set up a stand and sell it, or even give it away. Aron Ralston, who spent 127 hours with his arm trapped by an 800-pound boulder, and who had to cut it off to escape. The rugby players who endured 72 days in the Andes and had to resort to cannibalism to survive. Corrie ten Boom’s sister Betsie, who, in the horrors of a Nazi concentration camp, was able to be thankful for fleas—simply because it meant it kept the guards out, and allowed them to pray, and sing, and fellowship, and to be safe for a moment. She died before getting out—but Corrie lived to tell. The stories like those in Ben Sherwood’s book The Survivors’ Club. Victor Frankl’s story in Man’s Search for Meaning. Bill Strickland’s Making the Impossible Possible. The list goes on and on. I love rambling through the archives in the caverns of my mind.

Life is good. All of life. Somehow. Some way. I know there is a lot of bad—but life IS good! And feeling—and feelings—help make it so. I’m not a rock—thankfully. To re-paint Descartes, “I feel, therefore I am.”

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. Anyone who meets a testing challenge head-on and manages to stick it out is mighty fortunate. For such persons loyally in love with God, the reward is life and more life.

–James 1:2,12 in THE MESSAGE [Peterson]