The Lord is My Cane

On a particularly bad day, I find myself having to use a cane to walk. As much as I hate using it—I hate the idea so much that I call it my walking stick, on which my nine-year-old little boy finds it necessary to correct me that it is indeed a cane—as I don’t want to become dependent on it, sometimes I must put my stubborn nature behind and use the damned thing. Usually, when I finally break down and grab my stick ‘o’ the walking, I find that it makes my life ten times easier. I actually have something to hold my weight as I move my bad leg.




The fact of the matter is I’m just too stubborn. I’m only thirty-one years old. I shouldn’t be using a cane. I just need to suck it up and leave it to the old fogeys. A cane is great for them, they need it.



But my body reminds me that not everything that’s considered for old people is. I have what’s considered an old person’s disease. No one in their thirties can have Parkinson’s. I say tell that to Michael J. Fox—not to mention present company, dear reader. My point is that I sometimes need the help of a cane but I’m just too stubborn to depend on it.



So it is with us humans when it comes to depending on God. We want to think we can handle it, because that’s how many of us are raised. We’re taught from a very early age to handle our business on our own. Have a problem, here’s how to fix it. We’re just too stubborn. This is a broken world with broken people and we need a crutch. Some turn to drugs, some to alcohol, some to sexual promiscuity. How often do you hear, “yes, I do this or that, but that’s my only vice.” Coffee, cigarettes (for which I am guilty), the internet, porn websites; these are all vices that people have to get them through a bad day.



The good news is we don’t need those things. (If I repeat that a hundred times a day, maybe I’ll actually succeed in giving up smoking, but that’s for another discussion.) The great news is through faith in Christ Jesus, we don’t need those things to lean on anymore. (A hundred times a day, Jon, a hundred times a day.) By dependence on God through the resurrection, we have all the crutch we need. And what a vice it is.



And yes, I do have a Bible passage in mind as I write this. It is 2 Corinthians 1:8-10. Before I continue, I must make this disclaimer. I am not a theologian by any stretch of the imagination. I have no kind of college degree at all, let alone one in theology. These are just my comments on what I’ve been reading. The topic that I see in this one is dependence on God. I’m just hoping that I’m interpreting it correctly. Feel free to leave a comment if you disagree with anything that I write.For the sake of reference, I’m going to go ahead and type out the passage.



“We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about the hardships we suffered in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us.”



Paul and his companions found it not necessary, but crucial to put their entire lives in God’s hands. I can’t speak to the peril in Asia, because I don’t know. I do know that it was peril to the point of death. This isn’t surprising, since during this period in history, Christians faced death every day on the basis of their faith. Despite the threat of death, each and every day, Paul and his companions put their lives in God’s hands to go out and preach Christ crucified.



Don’t I wish I was better at that dependence on God. I’ll refer back to my earlier post and retell my story from there, as it illustrates the point nicely. This marks the second time that not feeling well has caused what appears to be a permanent progression in symptoms. My fear with contacting the front office at work was that there would be nothing they could do, no other position to put me in so I could continue working. This caused a great deal of stress over the weekend. I spent too much time worrying over whether I’d emerge from today’s meeting with a job.



If you look at the Jordan river during flood season, it looks like nothing you want to step into. Overflowed banks, rapid swirling currents, it looks a mess. But God wanted the Levites to step into that while carrying the Ark of the Covenant when God led the Israelites into the promised land. And He stopped the waters. He didn’t do it before they stepped in, but after they did, at the last minute.



Well, that’s how God’s timing generally rolls. He gives us a set of obstacles that we can’t overcome without His help, then tells us that we must first step in. It wasn’t until I had that meeting/conference call that I realized that it was okay. There’s the possibility of a position with equal pay that will hold me for quite a while yet. I look left and see a wall of water. I look right and see the same. I look down and the ground is dry. All I can say is, whew. The LORD will take care of us. We need to be patient, but it will happen. God is my cane, and for that I’m overjoyed.