I heard an unknown voice say, “Now I will take the load from your shoulders; I will free your hands from their heavy tasks. You cried to me in trouble, and I saved you.” [Psalm 81:5b-7a (NLT)]
“He’d always looked at religion as a crutch for people who were too scared to do life by themselves,” is the way author Chris Fabry described a character in his book June Bug. That description made me think of Karl Marx’s frequently paraphrased statement: “Religion is the opium of the people.” Sigmund Freud had an equally low opinion of religion and described it as a form of wish fulfillment. Thinking of religion as little more than a man-made coping mechanism for dealing with the harsh realities of life, Fabray’s character, Marx, and Freud disparaged it along with things like crutches and pain relievers.
As the body’s early warning system, physical pain is what tells us there’s something wrong with our body. But, when excessive pain interferes with our quality of life, it needs to be dealt with. Pain relievers work with our body’s cells, nerve endings, nervous system, and brain to mitigate the pain we feel. While I’ve never taken opium, between assorted broken bones, sprains, torn ligaments, compressed nerves, and surgeries, I’ve used a variety of prescription pain medications to ease my pain and promote the healing process.
As for God being my opiate—while prescription medications help me through my physical pain, it is God who leads me through the dark valleys of grief, fear, loss, betrayal, doubt, pain, and depression that assault us in this earthly life. Like pain meds, God can be habit-forming, but the similarities end there. Unlike pain meds, His long-term use is highly recommended, no prescription is necessary, and He has no dangerous side effects. While I was thrilled to say good-by to pain meds, I never want God out of my life! He has lessened the anguish, sorrow, loneliness, and heartache of my life better than any drug ever could. He is the only prescription for the sin sick soul!
Moreover, many of those ailments and surgeries I’ve experienced required me to use crutches, a knee scooter, or a cane in order to make up for my loss of strength, range of motion, stability, coordination, and endurance. When I’ve been left with only one leg on which to stand, those devices helped me balance and stand steady by broadening my support base.
Just as crutches reduce the weight load on a weak or injured leg, a relationship with God certainly reduces the burdens of life. Like crutches, my faith in God supports me; it gives me strength and stability and keeps me from falling. God holds me steady when I’m unsure, keeps me in balance when I’m over-whelmed, and enables me to walk through the rough patches without stumbling! When I step away from Him and fall, He lifts me up again! God is even better than a crutch because, when I can go no further, He’s been known to pick me up and carry me! I will happily live in God dependence, using God as a crutch rather than live in independence only to trip and fall.
While Marx and Fabry’s character look at pain meds and walking aids with disdain, I look to them with gratitude! I don’t take offense at someone thinking of my faith in God as a crutch or drug. When properly prescribed and used, painkillers and crutches help us cope with the challenges of living with broken bodies. While they are man-made and imperfect, God isn’t! It is His hand that touches me and brings healing to my heart and soul as well as my body! I’m more than willing to admit that I’m too scared to do life by myself. It is because of God that I can cope with the challenges of living in a broken world!
As for Freud’s wish fulfillment—God has given me more than I possibly could have wished for in even my wildest dreams. He’s done more than merely fill my cup with enough; because of God, my cup “runneth over” with peace, purpose, love, and joy!
I imagine the shepherds probably were more concerned with making it through the night warm, safe, and without losing any sheep than they were with the eventual arrival of the promised Messiah. They certainly never expected an angel to appear to announce His birth nor did they anticipate a host of angels singing God’s praises. Nevertheless, it was shepherds who received the good news that a child was born—a child who would be their Savior, Messiah, and Lord.
While browsing a bookstore (yes, they still exist), I came across a book offering more than 100 ways to say “Thank you.” It suggested ways to express one’s appreciation for milestone celebrations, business opportunities, assistance, social events, and assorted gifts. It even offered “damage control” for tardy thank you notes. There also were chapters devoted to topics like stationery, envelopes, and internet etiquette. One chapter offered a “thank you thesaurus” complete with several “glowing superlatives and energetic adjectives.”
Our fast-paced world is ever-changing and once ordinary items like slide rules, cassette tapes, boom boxes, floppy discs, dial phones, film, and VCRs are relics. My kids don’t use maps, write checks, or have a land line and my grands have never used a library card catalogue, set of encyclopedias, dictionary, carbon paper, or typewriter. We no longer need to get up to change channels, turn the lights on or off, or see who’s at the door. Our camera, maps, calculator, credit cards, compass, note pad, address book, plane tickets, and Bible all fit into our cell phones and everything on our phones (along with a fitness tracker and heart monitor) fits into a watch!
Because the nearby bird sanctuary/swamp gets its water from rainfall, the size of its lakes fluctuates substantially with the seasons. During the dry seasons of winter and spring, the swamp’s lakes gradually recede until the summer rains begin. When this annual dry-down occurs in springtime, the wading birds congregate in the shallow lakes. With the fish having no place to hide the shallow water, it’s as easy as catching fish in a rain barrel for the birds!
Devotions of the Heart 