The Price of Resisting Margin

And now the ultimate for all who resist margin in their lives… the Villa Hamster in Nantes, France. Inspired by the lowly hamster cage, the hotel "offers guests the unique opportunity to leave their species at the door and live the life of a rodent."

Seriously. Here among the wood chippings, guests can imitate the hamster: pad about in fur costumes, dine on organic grain, sip from a water tube… and, of course, tread the metal wheel.

Does it surprise you that humans are clamoring for life in that cage? Villa Hamster owners are having no trouble finding warm bodies to fill those costumes and jump into those wood chips, no sir. People are lining up for a go at that organic grain (ugh… don’t hamsters like Reece Cups?) and a ride on that wheel, all in pursuit of the fun, the unique, the slightly-eccentric side of life.

Actually, none of us have to go clear to Nantes to live the life of a rodent. We’re already treading our own wheels right here! Although we've been reborn in the image of God, we repeatedly succumb to the lure of the wheel, leave our "species" at the door, and take up the mindless, mechanical life of something far inferior. That’s why we need to schedule margin. For most of us, it just doesn’t come naturally.

So we need to take Pastor Dave’s sermon literally. To get out our calendars and pray over them and ask the Lord to show us how to weave this fun (yes), unique, and (to the world) slightly eccentric concept of margin into our everyday lives. A half-hour a day with God? An hour every Sunday afternoon? A day set apart once a month? A longer personal retreat once a quarter? A combination of these? Or something entirely different that He brings to our mind?

Then we need to do it. To pencil in that margin-time. No… use permanent marker! As much as possible, arrange everything else around those set-apart times. Otherwise, we might find ourselves right back on that wheel, sweating under those rodent-costumes, on an organic-grain-induced sugar-low … the price of resisting margin.

Offering Margin

One of the first things I learned as a budding freelance writer was that editors want generous margins on everything they read. They want them for the same reasons our teachers in school wanted them on our homework papers, businesspeople use them on invoices and proposals, books have them on every page, and even websites try to provide them.

Margins make a paper look better. A marginless paper is unpleasant and intimidating to the eye. In effect, words that run to the edge of a paper scream, “I had even more to say but no space to say it!” And furthermore…“No room for your comment!”

Margins, on the other hand, bring a sort of quiet order to our presentation. They showcase our work in a silent white frame, putting boundaries around our words and setting them off in an attractive and organized fashion. They show that we thought through what we had to say, completed our thoughts, and are awaiting response.

Margins also give the reader room to respond – to write notes to themselves or others involved in the communication process, or to the author himself. These might be notes of affirmation or suggestion or correction (one common editorial note, so I’ve read, is the acronym MEGO – “My Eyes Glaze Over” - indicating the editor was less than captivated while reading the material submitted!).

The Lord reminded me through Keith on Sunday that even my quiet times need margin - time set aside to listen for His voice, His opinion about my prayer concerns, His interpretation of His Word, His guidance for my daily life - whatever He wants to say. Margins will make my time with God more inviting to Him. They’ll say, “Enough from me. I’m making room for Your response. What You have to say is more important anyway.”

Those moments of quietness – when we zip our lip and just wait on God – allow the gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit to penetrate our noisy hearts and hectic minds. We may never audibly hear anything, but realization dawns, a kind of knowing comes to us, and we begin to understand what His Word means, or begin to glimpse His perspective on a situation we’re wrestling with, or begin to grasp what needs to change in our lives.

That’s God, writing in the margins of our lives. Responding in the quiet space. Affirming, suggesting, correcting, revealing Himself to us. And have you noticed that sometimes the conundrums we agonize over and pray about for days are solved by a brief whisper from God? How much we can shorten our struggles by stopping to listen to Him! How easily we can please Him by waiting for His perfect Word for our lives! Yet how prone we are to talk and talk and talk and talk… until, if He were not the perfect Gentleman that He is, the Holy Spirit would write “MEGO” across our quiet time with Him.

Margin. Even just 5 minutes a day. Offer it to God in your next quiet time, and the next and the next… Who knows what He will write there!

Watch!

There are some things I don’t do while waiting for the doorbell to ring.

If company is coming at any moment, I don’t take a book to the backyard and become engrossed in the newest tale by a favorite author. I don’t station the dog near the door to be first greeter. I don’t draw the curtains and settle on the couch for a nap. I don’t rev up the vacuum sweeper. I don’t phone a friend, contemplate a bubble bath, or cue the DVD player to begin a new episode from the series I’ve been watching.

Why don’t I do these things? Not because they’re wrong (I am not against books, naps, or vacuuming the carpet!), and not because I don’t want the irritation of being interrupted. I just want to be alert and ready and welcoming.

So I put anything on hold that would drown out the sound of someone at my door. I forego the inviting swing under the backyard arbor. I wait on the nap. Instead, I listen for that doorbell. I glance out at the driveway. And I put the dog in the basement because he is rather hostile to strangers.

Jesus has given notice that He will be coming up our drive. Suddenly. No time for preparation, for hurrying in from worldly preoccupations to whip a house into shape and spruce up the guest room. We’re ready, or we’re not. Here’s the notice He has given, in His words:

“However, no one knows the day or hour when [I will return]…, not even the angels in heaven or the Son himself. Only the Father knows. And since you don’t know…, stay alert and keep watch.

“The coming of the Son of Man can be compared with that of a man who left home to go on a trip. He gave each of his employees instructions about the work they were to do, and he told the gatekeeper to watch for his return. So keep a sharp lookout! For you do not know when the homeowner will return – at evening, midnight, early dawn, or late daybreak. Don’t let him find you sleeping when he arrives without warning. What I say to you I say to everyone: Watch for his return!” - Mark 14:32-37 NLT.

“Watch out! Don’t let me find you living in careless ease and drunkenness and filled with the worries of this life. Don’t let that day catch you unawares, as in a trap. For that day will come upon everyone living on the earth. Keep a constant watch.” – Luke 21:34-36 NLT.

What does that mean for you? To me, Jesus isn’t saying that we should chuck all the activities of life and think of nothing but His return. No, He has given us, His “employees,” “instructions about the work we are to do.” We must be about our Father’s business. But not about the world’s business. Not committing ourselves to things that dull our readiness or steal our heart or preoccupy our mind. No, our business is to be His witnesses, help others prepare for His coming… and keep an ear out for that trumpet.

That might mean saying “No” to some tempting opportunities. It might mean scaling back on personal pursuits, earthly investments, selfish pleasures. It just might mean saying “Yes” to more Kingdom responsibilities and eternal investments. It most certainly will mean sharpening our spiritual senses and heightening our state of readiness to meet our Master.

The word from our Master is this: Whether by death or by My return, whether the bell tolls for you, or the trumpet sounds for everyone… be ready!

Divine Healing

I’ve mentioned the childhood game of Mousetrap before in this blog… I’m reminded of it again as I write this entry.

For me, the tension in that game wasn’t in the gradual assembling of all the pieces necessary to beating your opponent. It wasn’t in rolling higher numbers so you could stay ahead of your fellow mice. It was when it all came together and you got the opportunity to turn that crank and set the little steel ball in motion.

Oh, the drama that ensued! Would the ball get stuck on the stairs? Would it roll down the red chute too weakly to trip the spring that sent the ball through the bathtub to launch the poised plastic diver? Would some misalignment, some inherent flaw in the setup, sabotage the entire chain reaction? Had I held my mouth just right when I turned that crank?

Maybe we approach this idea of divine healing the same way. If it’s not happening, there must be something wrong in our setup. We’ve forgotten a promise we need to claim, we haven’t prayed enough or the right way, our faith is flawed, our motives aren’t right… we can think of many potential reasons for the “failure.” And it often leads to guilt and dismay. We aren’t doing something right, and we don’t know what it is.

Let’s simplify. Let’s let go of guilt – even of trying to figure out what God’s doing – and pray the simple prayer spoken by Pastor Dave in Sunday’s second service:

“While we lay our petitions before You, we bind You to nothing, except to glorify Your name.”

That’s the spirit in which Jesus faced the pain of the cross and the anguish of bearing our sin (which He was not spared); that’s the attitude with which Paul accepted the thorn in the flesh (which he was not delivered from - 2 Cor. 12:1-10): “Here’s what we’d prefer, Lord… but Your will be done, not ours. Our only requirement, the only thing we insist upon, is that Your name be glorified."

In Jesus’ case, that Name was glorified in the cross and death, because it led to resurrection and life for countless sinners. In Paul’s case, that Name was glorified in the thorn because it preserved Paul as a humble showcase for God’s power and glory.

At allianceacademicreview.com., Paul L. King writes, “Modern faith teaching has often put a guilt trip on people, saying that it is absolutely God's will for all to be healed, and if a person isn't healed, it is man's fault. While sin or lack of faith could be causes for lack of healing, [in his book The Lord for the Body] Simpson listed a variety of reasons, asserting that while it is generally God's will to heal all who believe, God in His sovereignty may not always grant healing.”

I do believe God wants to miraculously heal His sick children far more often than He’s given opportunity to. But it’s not a blanket provision for everyone all the time. And when He doesn’t, it’s not because we haven’t held our mouth the right way when we prayed. Divine healing isn’t about having all our ducks in a row. It’s not about us; it’s about Him. It’s about commitment to whatever God is doing, whatever brings Him glory, so that whether He is giving or taking away we can say,

“Blessed be the name of the Lord.”