Today (Sunday), it was my turn to bring a mini-worship service to our local nursing home. It's always an...interesting...experience. Today it must have been 'Drive-the-Pastor-Batty Day," judging by the interruptions that came from the front door alarm every two minutes (and I am not exaggerating). There's a code pad you have to key just right to get the door to open and shut quietly; if you make the slightest error you get treated to a sonic lobotomy. The place we do services is right by that door, and I can tell you that there were MANY in and out that door today who either 1) Did not understand how to properly operate the keypad, or 2) Have a serious sadistic streak when it comes to ministers trying to speak. Obviously, the alarm is there to prevent escapes by those residents who need constant watching. It was certainly nerve-racking, though, and made for interesting new Bible readings. "For God so BEEP BEEP BEEP orld that BEEP BEEPis Only BeBEEP BEEP BEEPon, that whoBEEP BEEPer beleBEEP BEEP BEEP Him wilBEEP BEEP BEEPish but haBEEP BEEPver lastBEEP BEEPife."
I'd have a serious problem knowing what that said, if I didn't already have that passage down cold. Now imagine 15 or so seniors who can barely hear.
One of the main beepers came in the form of a very clever old gal who very obviously is in the throes of some sort of dementia or Alzheimers. Regardless of her confusion, she was totally committed to the goal of getting out of that door. Every time someone would come in or out, she'd lunge for it. I learned she has a habit of asking people to punch in the code for her (so no one would catch her, of course; she's no dullard, this scamp). And a couple times this afternoon she decided to throw caution to the four winds and just exit on her own. She made it completely outside once, and the nurses were really nice about it. They followed her out, sat on a bench with her for awhile, and then brought her back in. Perhaps they thought she had worked it out of her system.
WRONG. As soon as this dear old gal got back in she started right back in stalking the front door. It was really funny; she'd get closer and closer, reaching her hand out in anticipation, and then she'd jerk it back angrily and mumble very unpleasant things under her breath. She knew very well that the alarm would go off again, with all the melodic grace of the Apocalypse, and there she'd be with everyone's attention on her, humiliated. She really started to hate that alarm! She'd shake her fist at it and declare "I wish I had a hatchet to chop that thing off with!" So funny, in a way...but of course I also felt sad for her because she was confused and feeble...and she no longer felt in control of her life. She was under the supervision of others, and that loss of autonomy isn't something we should take lightly until we've experienced it ourselves.
Watching this dear old gal's efforts to transcend the limits placed on her, and raging against them, set me thinking. In our sinfulness we're all a lot like that old gal. God has prescribed the proper limits within which you and I are supposed to live. It's a good life He's made for us. If we simply walk in His ways, He can bless us, provide for us, and show us His power and love in ways beyond our imagining. The limits God has for us aren't restrictive or harsh; there's an abundance of provision set aside for us there. All we have to do is stay within His will for us. What happens, however? We become obsessed with nothing else than the limits. There's so little that God would have us stay away from, and yet we pick nits, split hairs, and ignore God's blessings in order to focus on nothing but the limits. We test those limits. We edge closer and closer. We seek the opening to rush past the boundaries for what we think are the greener pastures beyond them. How wicked we are, that knowing the boundaries God places on us, we think of NOTHING ELSE than breaching them!
What happens, though, when we rush past the limits and break out into the open? We tell ourselves there is freedom there, but there we find only confusion, chaos, fear, and heartbreak. That sweet old gal was obsessed with getting out of the door of that nursing home. Once she broke out, however, she found it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. I'm not sure what she was expecting to find, but she only ended up pacing back and forth in the parking lot, looking scared and lost. She was too far gone in her dementia to get off the property and go to a place of her choosing. All she could do was to spin her wheels. Whenever we break out of our God-ordained boundaries, we experience just the same thing. We tell ourselves, the world tells us, and Satan tells us that once we break the barrier, we'll find freedom. We'll find pleasure and joy! And yet when we carry out our escape we discover only...lostness. We find pain instead of pleasure. We find heartbreak and tragedy instead of joy. Finally, in our hurt we cry out, "God! I'm out here alone and lost! I'm so hurt and scared! Take me back home again!" God in His grace does just that. He forgives. He restores. He lovingly escorts us back to the safe pastures of His will, once again asking only that we stay within the bounds where He can bless and protect us. We feel so relieved!
And yet, like the dear lady at the nursing home, it isn't long before our spiritual dementia kicks in. By and by, we are once again pacing back and forth, grumbling at the bounds and looking for an opportunity to escape.
Praise the Lord that we have a long-suffering God. He's so patient with His wandering sheep. We should remember, however, that sometimes a loving shepherd must take extreme steps to keep particularly wander-prone sheep from straying again. Sometimes, out of best interest for the sheep, he must break the sheep's leg. Having wounded the sheep, he then hoists the sheep up on his shoulders and carries it everywhere until that leg finally heals. Then, when the sheep is ready to walk again, the idea is that it has become to attached to the shepherd that it won't wander away again.
I doubt that the old lady at the nursing home will have her leg broken to keep her from wandering off (the law would tend to frown on such a thing). Yet, let's be clear: God loves us so much that if He needs to, He WILL break us in order to keep us from wandering away again into hurt and ruin. Far better that we just stay within the bounds, don't you think? Trust the Lord. Trust your Good Shepherd. Stay within His bounds, and you'll find all the provision, protection, blessing and rest that you'll ever need.



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