Thursday, July 31, 2025

A Contagious Calm

 

A Contagious Calm

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Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything. (Phil. 4:5-6)

Disaster was as close as pushing a red button. Four Russian submarines patrolled the Florida coast. US warships had dropped depth charges. The Russian captain was stressed, trigger-happy and ready to destroy a few American cities. Each sub was armed with a nuclear warhead. Each warhead had the potential to inflict Hiroshima-level devastation. Had it not been for the contagious calm of a clear-thinking officer, World War III might have begun in 1962. His name was Vasili Arkhipov. He was the thirty-six-year-old chief of staff for a clandestine fleet of Russian submarines. The crew members assumed that they were being sent on a training mission off the Siberian coast. They came to learn that they had been commissioned to travel five thousand miles to the southwest to set up a spearhead for a base near Havana, Cuba. The subs went south and then, not long thereafter, so did their mission.

In order to move quickly, the submarines traveled on the surface of the water, where they ran head-on into Hurricane Daisy. The fifty-foot waves left the men nauseated and the operating systems compromised. Then came the warm waters. Soviet subs were designed for the polar waters, not the tropical Atlantic. Temperatures inside the vessels exceeded 120 degrees Fahrenheit. The crew battled the heat and claustrophobia for much of the three-week journey. By the time they were near the coast of Cuba, the men were exhausted, on edge and anxious. The situation worsened when the subs received cryptic instructions from Moscow to turn northward and patrol the coastline of Florida. Soon after they entered American waters, their radar picked up the signal of a dozen ships and aircraft. The Americans were following the Russians. The US ships set off depth charges. The Russians assumed they were under attack, and the captain lost his cool. He summoned his staff to his command post and pounded the table with his fists. "We're going to blast them now! We will die, but we will sink them all – we will not disgrace our navy!" But then Vasili Arkhipov asked for a moment with his captain. The two men stepped to the side where he urged his superior to reconsider.

He suggested they talk to the Americans before reacting. The captain listened. His anger cooled. He gave the order for the vessels to surface. The Americans encircled the Russians and kept them under surveillance. What they intended to do is unclear because in a couple of days the Soviets dove, eluded the Americans, and made it back home safely. This incredible brush with death was kept secret for decades. Arkhipov deserved a medal, yet he lived the rest of his life with no recognition. It was not until 2002 that the public learned of the barely avoided catastrophe. As the director of the National Security Archive stated, "The lesson from this [event] is that a guy named Vasili Arkhipov saved the world."

Why does this story matter? You won’t spend three weeks in a sweltering Russian sub, but you may spend a semester carrying a heavy class load, or you may fight the headwinds of a recession. You may spend night after night at the bedside of a sick child or an aging parent. You may fight to keep a family together, or a business afloat. You’ll be tempted to press the button, releasing not nuclear warheads, but angry outbursts, a rash of accusations, a fiery retaliation of hurtful words. How many people have been wounded as a result of unbridled stress? And how many disasters have been averted because one person refused to buckle under the strain?

It’s this kind of composure that Paul is summoning in the first of a trio of proclamations. "Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything." (Phil. 4:5-6) The Greek word translated here as “gentleness,” epieikes, describes a temperament that is seasoned and mature. It envisions an attitude that is fitting to the occasion, levelheaded and tempered. The gentle reaction is one of steadiness, even-handedness and fairness. Its opposite would be an overreaction or a sense of panic. And this kind of gentleness will be "evident to all." Family members will take note. Your friends will sense a difference. Co-workers will benefit from it. Others may freak out or run out, but the gentle person is sober-minded and clear thinking. A contagious calm.

The contagiously calm person is the one who reminds others, "God is in control." It’s the executive who tells the company, "Let's all do our part; we'll be okay." It’s the leader who sees the challenge, acknowledges it, and then observes, "These are tough times, but we'll get through them." But this “gentleness” of which Paul speaks – where do we quarry that particular gem? How can you and I keep our finger off the trigger? How can we keep our heads when everyone else is losing theirs? The answer lies in plumbing the depths of the second phrase. "Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything." (Phil. 4:5-6)

“The Lord is near.” In other words, you’re not alone. You may feel alone. You may even think you’re alone. But there’s never a moment in which you face life without help. God is near. God repeatedly pledges his proverbial presence to his people. To Abram, God said, "Do not be afraid. . . . I am your shield, your exceedingly great reward." (Gen. 15:1) To Hagar, the angel announced, "Do not be afraid; God has heard." (Gen. 21:17) When Isaac was expelled from his land by the Philistines and forced to move from place to place, God appeared to him and reminded him, "Do not be afraid, for I am with you." (Gen. 26:24) After Moses' death God told Joshua, "Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." (Josh. 1:9) God was with David, in spite of his adultery; with Jacob, in spite of his conniving; and with Elijah, in spite of his lack of faith.

Then, in the ultimate declaration of communion, God called himself Immanuel, which means "God with us." He became flesh. He became sin. He defeated the grave. He is still with us. In the form of his Spirit, he comforts, teaches and convicts. Don’t assume that God is watching from a distance. Avoid the quicksand that bears the marker, "God has left you!" Don’t indulge that lie. If you do, your problem will be amplified by a sense of loneliness. It's one thing to face a challenge, but to face it all alone? Isolation creates a downward cycle of fret. Choose, instead, to be the person who clutches to God’s presence with both hands. "The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?" (Ps. 118:6) Because the Lord is near, we can be anxious for nothing. And that’s Paul's point.

Remember, Paul was writing a letter. He didn’t write to the Philippian church using chapter and verse numbers. That system was created by scholars in the thirteenth and sixteenth centuries. The structure helps us, but it can also hinder us. The apostle intended the words of verses 5 and 6 to be read in one fell swoop. "The Lord is near, so don’t be anxious about anything." We can calmly take our concerns to God because he’s as near as our next breath. This was the reassuring lesson from the miracle of the bread and fish. In an event crafted to speak to the anxious heart, Jesus told his disciples to do the impossible: feed five thousand people. "Jesus lifted up his eyes, and seeing a great multitude coming toward him, he said to Philip, 'Where shall we buy bread, that these may eat?' But he said this to test him, for he himself knew what he would do." (John 6:5-6)

When John described this gathering as a "great multitude," he wasn’t kidding. There were five thousand men, plus women and children. (Matt. 14:21) Imagine a capacity crowd at a sports arena, and you've got the picture. Jesus was willing to feed the entire crowd. The disciples, on the other hand, wanted to get rid of everyone. "Send the multitudes away, so that they may go into the villages and buy themselves food." (Matt. 14:15) It has a tone of anxiety, aggravation, or maybe frustration. They don't call Jesus "Master." They don't come to him with a suggestion. They march as a group to Christ and tell him what to do. The disciples see a valley full of people. Growling stomachs will soon become scowling faces, and the disciples could have a riot on their hands. They had every reason to feel unsettled.

But then again, didn’t they have equal reason to feel at peace? By this point in their experience with Jesus they had seen him heal leprosy (Matt. 8:3), heal the centurion's servant without even going to the servant's bedside (Matt. 8:13), heal Peter's mother-in-law (Matt. 8:15), calm a violent sea (Matt. 8:26), heal a woman who’d been sick for twelve years (Matt. 9:22), raise a girl from the dead (Matt. 9:25), heal a demon-possessed man in a cemetery (Mark 5:15), change water into wine (John 2:9), and heal a man who’d been an invalid for thirty-eight years. (John 5:9) Did any of the disciples pause long enough to think, Well, hmmm. Jesus healed the sick people, raised the dead girl, and calmed the angry waves. I wonder, does he have a solution we haven’t seen? After all, he is standing right here in front of us. Let's ask him. Did it occur to anyone to ask Jesus for help? The stunning answer is no. They acted as if Jesus wasn’t even there. Rather than count on Christ, they had the audacity to tell the Creator of the universe that nothing could be done because there wasn't enough money. I wonder sometimes how Jesus kept his composure. How could he not keep from looking at the disciples and say, "Really?"

Finally, a boy offered his lunch basket to Andrew, who tentatively mentioned the offer to Jesus. Jesus said, “’Have the people sit down.’ There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish. When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, ‘Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.’ So, they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.” (John 6:10-13) Not one red cent was spent. They started the day with two hundred coins. They ended the day with two hundred coins. In addition, they filled twelve baskets with leftovers. Maybe souvenirs for each apostle. The people were fed, the bank account was intact, and we have a lesson to learn: anxiety is needless because Jesus is near.

You aren't facing five thousand hungry stomachs, but you’re facing a deadline in a couple of days . . . a loved one in need of a cure . . . a child who’s being bullied at school. Typically, you'd get anxious. You'd tell God to send the problem packing: "You've given me too much to handle, Jesus!" Next time, instead of starting with what you have, start with Jesus. Start with his wealth, his resources and his strength. Before you open the ledger, open your heart. Before you count coins or count heads, count the number of times Jesus has helped you face the impossible. Before you lash out in fear, look up in faith and experience the contagious calm that comes to those who simply turn to him.

Grace,

Randy

Thursday, July 17, 2025

But God

 

But God

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Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. (Phil. 4:4-5)

Place a finger on each of your temples and then offer this prayer: “Thank you, Lord, for my amygdala. Thank you, Lord, for the two almond-shaped neural clusters that reside inside my brain. I wouldn't be alive without them.” And that’s the truth. Thanks to your amygdalae, you ducked your head when the baseball screamed in your direction because your amygdalae operate like an alarm system. For instance, if an intruder breaks a window or pries open a lock to your house, your home security system warns you. Bells, alarms, horns, lights. Get up, get out and get safe! The system alerts you before you even have time to think about it. Your amygdalae do the same.

We don't consciously think, A car is coming. I'm in its way. The car is big; I am small. The car is fast; I am slow. I better move. Amygdalae prompt a reaction before we know one is needed. And when the amygdalae command, the rest of the body reacts. Our pupils dilate, improving our vision. We breathe faster, pumping more oxygen into our lungs. Our pulse rate increases, infusing more blood into the system. Adrenaline turns us into Hercules or Wonder Woman. We’re ready for fight or flight; suddenly faster, stronger and more alert. We like our amygdalae. But we don't like supersensitive ones.

We don't want a home security system that goes off at the gust of a breeze, or the bark of a dog. We don't want that in our homes, nor do we want that in our heads. Perpetual anxiety is amygdalae with an itchy trigger finger. They see a mole on the skin and think cancer. They see a dip in the economy and think recession. Perpetual anxiety is the mental alarm system that never quite turns off. Limited anxiety is helpful. We need to be alerted to danger. What we don't need is to live in a state of high alert. And here’s why: God created our brains to replenish themselves with natural mood elevators and tranquilizers like dopamine and serotonin. These restore joy and peace. But if the amygdalae never stop, the natural tranquilizers never have an opportunity to do their work. The brain never resets. We become edgy and unsettled. That’s the bad news. The good news is that God can calm our amygdalae.

Paul urges us to "rejoice in the Lord always." (Phil. 4:4) Not just on paydays, Fridays, good days, or birthdays, but to rejoice in the Lord always. You aren't the first to read the word always and arch an eyebrow. Always? "Yeah, right," mumbles the patient from the hospital bed. "How?" sighs the unemployed dad. "Really?" questions the mother of the baby born with a disability. It’s one thing to rejoice in the Lord when life is good, but when the odds are against you? Joseph knew this challenge.

At least at its beginning, Joseph's story is about abandonment. His brothers had disliked his dreams and swagger and decided to kill him and throw him into a pit. Had their greed not been a feather heavier than their thirst for blood, he would’ve died. When they had a chance to sell him to traveling merchants, they did. And his father was completely uninvolved. You'd hope to read about the sudden appearance of Jacob who searched for his son, rescued him and took him home. But we don’t because Jacob didn't. He was MIA. Joseph was carted off to Egypt and raffled off like a farm animal at the San Diego County Fair. The great-grandson of Abraham was sold to the highest bidder. Even so, he landed on his feet.

He worked his way to the top of Potiphar's household. But then the mistress of the house put the hanky-panky on him. The lady went shady, and Joseph got out, leaving her holding his coat. When she accused him of attempted rape, her husband took her side and tossed Joseph in prison. Joseph landed in jail for a crime he didn't commit. Still, he didn't give up. He became a model prisoner. He made his bed, made friends, and made a good impression on the warden who recognized him as inmate of the month and promoted Joseph to convict-in-charge. Joseph met the King’s butler and asked for his help. The butler agreed but quickly forgot, and cruelty tipped the scales. Joseph languished in prison for two years with no word and no solution. Two years. Plenty of time to give up. Plenty of time for the world to turn gray, for gargoyles of dread to appear. Plenty of time to wonder, Is this how God treats his children? Is this God's reward for good behavior? Do your best, and this is what you get? A jail cell and a hard bed? If Joseph asked those questions, we don't know. But if you do, you’re not alone.

You weren't thrown in jail, like Joseph, but then again, maybe you were. Or you ended up in AA or a women's shelter or an unemployment line. And you wonder, I believe in God. Is he aware? Does he even care? Deism says no. God created the universe and then abandoned it. Pantheism says no. Creation has no story or purpose unto itself; it’s only a part of God. Atheism says no. Not surprisingly, the philosophy that dismisses the existence of a god will, in turn, dismiss the possibility of a divine plan. Christianity, on the other hand, says, "Yes, there is a God. Yes, this God is personally and powerfully involved in his creation." "The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word." (Heb. 1:3)

God is the one in charge of everything, even the smallest details of our lives. He isn't making up this plan as he goes along. He didn't wind up the clock and walk away. "The Most High God rules the kingdom of men and sets over it whom he will." (Dan. 5:21) He "executes judgment, putting down one and lifting up another." (Ps. 75:7) "The fierce anger of the LORD will not turn back until he has executed and accomplished the intents of his mind." (Jer. 30:24) Pretty starchy verbs there: God "rules," "sets," "executes," and "accomplished." These terms attest to the existence of a heavenly Architect and blueprint, and his blueprint includes you. "In him we were also chosen, . . . according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will." (Eph. 1:11) So if God is in charge, why was Joseph in prison? Or why is your friend's marriage in disarray? Why does God permit challenges to come our way? Wouldn't an almighty God prevent them? Not if they serve his higher purpose.

Remember the rest of Joseph's story? When Pharaoh was troubled by his dreams, the butler finally remembered Joseph's request. He mentioned Joseph to Pharaoh, and as fast as you can say providence, Joseph went from prison to palace. Joseph interpreted the dream, which was a forecast of a famine. Pharaoh promoted him to prime minister, and Joseph successfully navigated the 7-year crisis and saved not only the Egyptians, but Jacob’s family as well. Years later Joseph would tell his brothers, "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. So then, don't be afraid. I will provide for you and your children." (Gen. 50:20-21) Two words at the heart of this passage reveal the heart of providential hope: but God. "You intended to harm me, but God . . . ." What was intended as harm became good. Why? Because Joseph kept God in the middle of his circumstances. Joseph viewed the sufferings of his life through the lens of divine providence. We should all do the same. Because if you don't, anxiety will stalk you every day of your life.

I have no words to counter the stress of the atheist or the agnostic. What alleviates their anxiety? Yoga? Deep-breathing exercises? Stress-relief candles? God's sovereignty, on the other hand, bids us to fight the onslaught of fret with the sword that is etched with the words “… but God.” The company is downsizing, but God is still sovereign. The cancer is back, but God still occupies the throne. I was a jerk during the first years of my marriage, but God showed me how to lead a family. I was an anxious, troubled soul, but God has been giving me courage. The brothers had every intention to harm Joseph. But God, in his providence, used their intended evil for ultimate good. He never robbed the brothers of their free will. He never imposed his nature upon them. But neither did he allow their sin and their sin nature to rule the day. He rerouted evil into good. God uses all things to bring about his purpose. He will not be deterred in his plan to sustain and carry creation to its intended glory.

The ultimate proof of providence is the death of Christ on the cross. No deed was more evil. No other day was so dark. Yet God not only knew of the crucifixion, but he also ordained it. As Peter told the murderers, "This man was handed over to you by God's deliberate plan and foreknowledge; and you, with the help of wicked men, put him to death by nailing him to the cross. But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him." (Acts 2:23-24) Everyone thought the life of Jesus was over – but God. His Son was dead and buried, but God raised him from the dead. God took the crucifixion of Friday and turned it into the celebration of Sunday. And he can do the same for you.

I'm sorry for the pain that life has given you. I'm sorry if your parents neglected you. I'm sorry if your teacher ignored you. I'm sorry if a heartbreaker said "I do" on your wedding day but "I don't" every day thereafter. I'm sorry if you were inappropriately touched, intentionally mocked or unfairly dismissed. I'm sorry if you ended up in Egypt. But if the story of Joseph teaches us anything, it’s this: we have a choice. We can either wear our hurt, or we can wear our hope. We can outfit ourselves in our misfortune, or we can clothe ourselves in God's providence. We can cave in to the pandemonium of life, or we can lean into the perfect plan of God. And we can believe this promise: "In all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Rom. 8:28)

Horatio Spafford was a prosperous lawyer and Presbyterian Church elder. In 1871 he and his wife, Anna, suffered tragic financial losses in the Chicago fire. So, in November of 1873, Anna and their children set sail for Europe with a group of friends to enjoy some time away. Horatio stayed home to take care of some business but planned to join his family later. On December 2nd he received a telegram from his wife that began, "Saved alone. What shall I do?" He soon learned that the steamer his family was on had collided with a British vessel and had sunk. Their four daughters drowned, and Anna survived. He promptly left for England to bring Anna back home. En route, while sailing on the ship, he wrote the lyrics to a song that would become an anthem to the providence of God; words written by a grief-stricken husband and father on a storm-tossed sea whose first verse begins, When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. May we so trust in the providence of God that we can say the same.

Grace,

Randy