I’m really so thankful our house didn’t burn down.
When we were buying this place back in the early 90’s, it passed inspection, whatever that means. I think it had to do with certain standards or “codes” to which components of the structure must adhere, like the construction, the plumbing…the electricity. The data sheet from the realtor indicated the age of the house to be “50+”. It’s the “plus” that should have had me asking a few more questions.
You know what is said about hindsight.
One of the shortcomings of professional standards is that they evolve, improve (theoretically anyway), many times without telling any of the rest of us. Translation: now that our house is close to 80+ years, it probably would NOT have passed inspection. I didn’t know that.
But God did.
The recent gut and re-do on the kitchen revealed some electrical challenges (put nicely and without expletives) needing immediate and expensive attention. When your electrician looks at you with that worried look in his eyes, saying you COULD wait if you WANTED to…you don’t. Wait or want to, either one.
This process included digging up half the pavestones in the back walkway to the garage to bury new power lines, put in a new gray box, and all the other stuff I don’t understand nor care to. All I want to do is flip on the light switch. The end result is not only a safer house, but additional available power to the house as well.
Now, with the warmer weather coming, part of my job will be to reposition the pavestones. All told, it will have been a messy, dirty jog, but so very well worth it.
Good analogy, right?
I’m quite adept at getting comfortable in what John Eldredge calls my “nice, little life”. The old-fashioned fuses are doing fine, plenty of electricity, I’ve got the smoke alarms in place. And the pavestones, a little uneven maybe, but they look nice.
Until God thinks otherwise. Until He sees what’s coming through the wires, whether personally in my life, or culturally for His larger kingdom picture. He knows exactly what He has destined me for, what He (dare I believe it?) needs me for. And it’s going to take more voltage than I’m currently pulling.
But getting that power very well could be messy, at least at first. Digging up a few well-entrenched pavestones, knocking out a few walls, that sort of thing. It also means some personal sweat equity on my part after the changes are made. When there’s remodeling, there’s always cleanup. (Will somebody please remind me I just said that…?!)
The Apostle Paul understood this. His initial wiring had to be ripped out. This amazing man was “the Pharisee of Pharisees” with a theological pedigree beyond most of his peers.
“I once thought these things were valuable, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage, so that I could gain Christ and become one with him.”
When Paul encountered Christ on that dusty Damascus road, some serious rewiring began to take place, and the power grid in his life skyrocketed. God knew Paul was going to need it. But the old and dangerous wiring had to be done away with first, which did cause a bit of mess.
Okay. Quite a bit.
Granted, I may not be called to have the impact of the Apostle Paul, but that’s not the point. Whatever God does have for me, it’s His power that will have to accomplish it, and I must be willing to let Him sovereignly mess up my life to get me there, so I don’t burn something to the ground!
Philippians 3: 7-9 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.