Pick-up sticks

Some people think God gets pleasure out of manipulating us, as if we were the sticks in a pick-up game: flick one here, put pressure on another there, and roll someone else away. But that’s a skewed analysis. Of course he could use his power that way if he wanted to, but the Almighty only maneuvers people around if the end result will be their betterment.

As I walk the dog on our route to the beach, one long stretch of road is bordered by forest on both sides, with beautiful views every-which-way. The pavement was laid half way up a giant dune, which leaves a descending valley on one side and an ascending hill on the other.

If a tree goes down in a wind storm, residents prefer to let it be, allowing the natural process of forestation to take over. So after a wild winter, the valley might resemble a game of pick-up sticks being played by a couple of massive storybook giants.

Sixty-foot long trunks lie in a jumble, giving the impression they were tossed there by the hand of God. We look at the disorder and think, “If we could get a crane down there to line up the trunks, and a saw to chop them into 24” lengths, we could stack them in cords and neaten up the valley.”

We’re tempted to think this way about the fall-out from storms in our lives, too. When bad news comes (as it eventually does to us all), life feels as chaotic as the forest floor looks. We think, “God is manipulating me and my life, and now I’m in a mess with huge problems. If only he would straighten it all out… and do it now!”

But maybe we can take a lesson from the forest. After trees have been thrown down by severe winds, their trunks settle on top of each other in pick-up-stick disarray, with no power to change their positions. But as they’re left alone, forest plants begin to slowly grow over them, attractive ground covers like ivy, myrtle, and pachysandra.

The mix of plants, bark, wood, and dirt gradually morphs into rich topsoil to nourish the plants, and when next year’s spring arrives, fallen tree trunks will be dotted with wildflowers. Although the start-to-finish process takes time and begins with the chaos of trees crashing down, the end result is peaceful beauty.

In the same way, if we trust God to work with us through our illnesses, accidents, break-ups, and other problems, when we come to the end of them, he’ll reveal some special gifts we couldn’t have come into any other way.

At the conclusion of a game of pick-up sticks, all we have is one winner. But at the end of our trials, if we stick with the Lord, he is sure to do something spectacular for not just one of us but for every one of us.

“God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward they will receive…” (James 1:12)

4 thoughts on “Pick-up sticks

  1. Beautiful analogy Margaret. There are two favorite books of mine which portrays our heavenly Father’s loving intentions towards us: “Divine Romance” and “He Loves Me” (also in audio book). They are very thought provoking.

  2. Hi Margaret,
    I love the pictures in this post that communicate the unanticipated beauty and new life that emerges out of upheaval and changed landscapes. As I dread the time closing in on Sarah leaving for school, this is a balm to my soul.
    I cling to the truths in Scripture in a new way that there are always Jordan Rivers to cross to get to a different place. We cry out for the familiarity of Egypt because the journey takes us into the unknown and the water is deep. I read this in Luke 9:51 recently in my quiet time- “when the days were approaching for His ascension, He resolutely set His face to go to Jerusalem.” I have always focused on the second part of the verse, His resolve to do what He came here to do. But what I have never noticed before in all the times I have read this is the word “ascension.” You would think the more appropriate word to be installed there is crucifixion or suffering. It was the ascension that enabled Him to look beyond the present suffering, akin to Hebrews 11:2 that “for the joy set before Him endured the cross.” It has quickened a deeper gratefulness for the work of the Lord to secure salvation and eternal joy, and real hope that anchors the soul, and that He would give it to me, wretch that I am. Family and home and citizenship is not here, really. Those are just rumors and whispers of a deeper reality we do not have the capacity to take in. Life here is fraught with loneliness and change and goodbyes. I am looking forward to one continuous hello.
    Thanks for a wonderful post- you give testimony to the Lord raising a person up after deep and heart wrenching loss.
    Love,
    Terry

  3. One thing I LOVE about your blog, Margaret, are the ‘replys’; I loved what both of the above have had to say, as well as the ‘word picture’ you gave us of life in general. Referring to what Terry Davis said “……having read this passage of scripture so many times and never seeing this…”….isn’t that so true of God’s Word…..life’s hope in the ‘outcome’….or ‘end of the journey’…..so to speak…whatever the situation…..His word is a ‘breathing, living soul’ in it’s self….God….showing us ‘another way of seeing something’…..just when we need it.
    Thanks to each of you for your expressions….I….needed that!!