My wife and I got acquainted in Chautauqua, New York, with a minister who had no arms. He was telling us one day there at Chautauqua the experience of learning to put on his own clothes without any arms. He said his mother always dressed him, and he’d gotten to be a pretty big boy. She fed him, she dressed him, she fed him, she dressed him. One day she put his clothes in the middle of the floor and said, “Dress yourself.”
He said, “I can’t dress myself, I don’t have…”
She said, “You’ll have to dress yourself,” and she left the room.
He said, “I kicked, I screamed, I kicked, I screamed, I yelled, ‘You don’t love me anymore!’ Finally, I realized that, if I were to get any clothes on, I’d have to get my clothes on.” After hours of struggle, he got some clothes on. He said, “It was not until later that I knew my mother was in the next room crying.”
I don’t know if God distances God’s self from us, but I know sometimes we feel some distance.
–Fred Craddock in Craddock Stories, page 97.
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From Let Me Tell You a Story, pages 7-9, © 2000 by Tony Campolo (1935- )
There are those who say that if God loves us, He should answer our prayers. But we should recognize that sometimes it may be that God doesn’t answer our prayers because He loves us.
Sören Kierkegaard tells the story of a schoolboy who refuses to learn. His teacher tries hard to get him interested in his schoolwork and to apply himself to his studies. But the boy shrugs off her concerns and pays her little attention. She begs him to cooperate. She pleads with him to let her teach him, but he refuses. He just wants to play. Eventually the teacher says, “Okay. Tell me what you want to do, and you can do it.”
The boy says he would like to just sit in the back of the room and make some drawings and sleep a little bit, and spend some time doing nothing at all. The teacher tells him that he can, and he is allowed to do exactly what he wants.
Kierkegaard ends the story by saying, “The boy got what he asked for because the teacher had given up on him.” He then goes on to say, “Beware when God answers prayer!” He suggests that we sometimes get what we want because God has given up on us. On the other hand, God may refuse to give us what we want because He loves us.
This point is especially real to me because of an incident when my own father did not accede to a desperate request. I was about eight years old when I went to a Saturday matinee at the movies and saw a cowboy film about Hopalong Cassidy. I was so impressed with that cowboy hero that I went home and told my father that when I grew up, I wanted to be a cowboy. I really meant it! I was intense! I was passionate about it!
The good news is that my father didn’t give me what I wanted. Wouldn’t it have been a weird situation if when I was seventeen and asked him about going to college, he had exclaimed, “College! What do you mean you want money for college? When you were eight you told me you wanted to be a cowboy. You said it with such passion, and you pled with such earnestness, that I made sure your dreams would come true. I spent the money I had saved for you on a thousand acres of land in Texas, along with a horse and a hundred head of cattle. It’s all waiting for you, because that’s what you pled for. That’s what you said you really wanted.”
I’m glad to say that my father did not give me what I thought I wanted when I was eight years old, so that he might one day give me something I really needed. He didn’t want me to have what I though I wanted, because he knew, eventually, it wouldn’t be what I wanted at all. And so it is with God.
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Sören Kierkegaard (1813-1855; pictured above) also told the story of a boy trying to learn arithmetic. The teacher gives him a book full of problems to solve. In the back of the book there’s a listing of the answers to the problems, but the teacher instructs the boy never to look at the answers in the back of the book. Instead, he is to work out the answers for himself.
As the boy does his homework, he cheats. He looks in the back of the book and gets the answers beforehand, finding it much easier to work out the problems if he knows the answers in advance. Kierkegaard points out that while it is quite possible for the boy to get good grades this way, he will never really learn mathematics. As difficult as it may prove to be, the only way to become a mathematician is to struggle with the problems himself not by using someone else’s answers, even if those answers are the right ones.
It’s obvious that on life’s journey we are faced with problems, and we sometimes wonder why Jesus doesn’t just spell out the answers so that we know exactly what to do. That is what we might want. According to Kierkegaard, however, God doesn’t give us the answers because He wants to force us to work out the problems, and figure them out for ourselves. It is only by struggling with the problems as they present themselves, day in and day out, that we can develop into the kinds of mature people God wants us to be.
Looking back, I am very grateful for the all of the educational opportunities I had, — but I also now know that one’s most important education begins when you are all done with school and have to begin to apply what you have learned. I think about that now whenever I go to a graduation. I think about how for all those wearing the cap and gown that day, for all of them, the learning has not there ended, but is just beginning.
There was a young lady who, fresh out of college, thought she knew better than anyone how to raise kids. She had a double major in Child Psychology and Family Systems Therapy, and she was quick to point out to friends and relatives who were parents all that they were doing wrong with their children; and she was maybe even right about some things. Parents learn as they go, and we all make plenty of mistakes. But it can be exasperating to have those mistakes pointed out by someone who does not yet have any experience.
Well, this young lady did get married and did have children; four of them in six years. Every knew how that would go, of course, and even though she turned out to be a pretty good mother, she did find out that she did not know as much as she thought she knew. She admitted as much, saying one time, “You know, I once had four valid and workable theories on child development, but no kids. Now, I have four kids, but no theories anymore. Every day is a new challenge, and I’m just like everyone else, figuring this out as I go.”
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