He Heard My Cry
Week of Monday, May 6, 2002
At one of our faculty fellowship meetings at Stanford, a professor
told a revealing story about his religious upbringing that I believe
speaks to the experience that many of us have in our relationship to
God. As a little boy, he said, he always loved the story of the thief on
the cross (Luke 23:32, 39–43). He found it difficult to feel the love of
God, and very easy to feel like God was angry with him, far off, hidden,
silent, or perhaps even capricious. But that beautiful story in Luke about
the thief whom Jesus welcomed into paradise upon his dying breath is so
wonderfully and wildly improbable—yet true—that the professor felt
that there was, then, perhaps hope for him too. Perhaps God would also
hear his own cries as a little boy.
The Psalmists in particular capture this common human experience.
They variously describe what another professor shared with me over lunch,
how sometimes it feels like we don't even have a relationship with God.
Job despaired that God hid his face from him (Job 13:24, Psalms 88:14,
89:46). Others cry bitterly that He does not answer when they call (Psalm
22:2), that He is stone deaf to their cries (Psalm 28:1), that God stands
“far off” from us (Psalm 10:1), and that He even forgets us due to some
sort of divine amnesia (Psalms 13:1, 44:24).
Hagar, the Egyptian slave of Abraham and Sarah, felt like this
(Genesis 16). Sarah was barren, so she commanded Abraham to produce a
child with Hagar. He consented, was successful, and Ishmael was born. As
would be expected, when Hagar conceived, producing the very child that
Sarah desired, Sarah despised her and complained that Hagar despised her
in return. When “Sarah treated Hagar harshly,” the powerless and pregnant
maid fled. But in the tenderness of God, “the angel of the Lord found
her” in the desert by a spring of water, and promised her that God had, in
fact, heard her cries for help and given heed to her affliction. Her son's
name would always remind her of this, for Ishmael means “God hears.” In
the end, Hagar worshipped Yahweh, saying, “Thou art a God who sees me,” and
named the well there Beer Lahai Roi, “the well of the Living One who sees
me.”
In their better moments, and despite other experiences to the
contrary, the Psalmists also remind us of this truth that Hagar
discovered, that God sees us and loves us, that regardless of how we might
feel, He hears our cries. “I love the Lord, for He heard my voice; He
heard my cry for mercy” (Psalm 116:1). He has not, ultimately, hidden his
face from me (Psalms 22:24, 38:9, 139:15). In the prophetic tradition,
Isaiah is quite insistent, challenging Israel, “Why do you say, O Jacob,
and assert, O Israel, ‘My way is hidden from the Lord, and the justice due
me escapes the notice of my God’?” (Isaiah 40:27).
In the last week or so my one year Bible has taken me through the
book of Judges. The very last verse of the entire book summarizes this
period in Israel's history when the nation was without a king and when
“every person did what was right in his own eyes” (Judges 21:25). This
sounds like moral and political anarchy. Most of the book records a
recurring pattern: Israel sins, is oppressed by an enemy, cries out to
Yahweh in repentance, and then is delivered by a judge. At one level it
is a very dark period of Israel's history, spiritually-speaking, but even
so Yahweh had not forgotten them. Despite their idolatry and infidelity,
at one point the writer says that God “could no longer bear the misery of
Israel” (Judges 10:16). And remember, in the book of Judges most all of
Israel's misery was of her own making. But no matter how egregious their
sin or superficial and short-lived their repentance, He lovingly heard
their cries for help. He could not forget them.
It seems clear that at times what we feel about God can be a poor
and mistaken indicator of His ultimate posture toward us. My professor
friend as a little boy, Hagar the dispossessed, pregnant slave, and the
highly emotional Psalmists all cried out bitterly and openly about how
they sometimes felt forsaken, and there is no reason we might not do the
same. That is a normal part of life, but it is not a psychological space
where we want to dwell or stay. In his book The Screwtape Letters, Satan
tells his lieutenant Wormwood that one of the surest ways to defeat the
followers of the Enemy (God) is to somehow get them to divert their gaze
from Him and who He really is to their own sinful selves with all their
contradictory feelings and experiences:
Keep them watching their own minds and trying to produce feelings
there by the action of their own wills. When they meant to ask
Him for charity, let them, instead, start trying to
manufacture charitable feelings for themselves and not notice that this is
what they are doing. When they meant to pray for courage, let
them really be trying to feel brave. When they say they are praying for
forgiveness, let them be trying to feel forgiven. Teach them to
estimate the value of each prayer by their success in producing
the desired feeling; and never let them suspect how much success or
failure of that kind depends on whether they are well or ill,
fresh or tired, at the moment.1
Our feelings come and go. We should not ignore them as if they do not
matter but instead tend to them, and even, like the Psalmists, vent them
fully. But in the long run, feelings fluctuate, sometimes for reasons we
can identify and at other times for no reason other than the weather. They
are a poor metric to measure the deep and abiding love that God has for
us, whether it be in our pain and affliction (like Hagar), or even in our
persistent and stubborn fallenness (as with Israel).
The truth of the matter, whether we feel it or not, is put nicely
by one of the most favorite and justly famous of all the Psalms
(103:8–14):
The Lord is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
As a father has compassion for his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
Whether we feel it or not, God help us not to forget in our darkness what
we learned in the light.
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CS Lewis, The Joyful Christian (NY: Macmillan, 1977), p. 147.
The Journey with Jesus: Notes to Myself
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