Changing the Strings

No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:11 NIV

Changing the strings is my least favorite chore as a guitar player. I imagine there are players who pay someone else to do this for them, but over nearly sixty years, I have only had it done once and that during repairs. As I was wrestling away with unwinding the old strings, to make way for a new set yesterday, it struck me that God’s discipline in our lives is sometimes a lot like that process. For non-guitar folks out there, the simple truth is that our instruments do not stay tuned for long. After playing for even for twenty minutes, our instrument already is needing a twist or two on the tuning pegs. When play regularly, over three or four months we discover that even after a careful retuning, that the tone is sounding blah. Yes, the newer strings last a lot longer than what we had back in the sixties, but even our latest and greatest have a lifespan. The time for that new set makes itself known when you see a bit of a shredding here and there on the bass strings.

The same thing happens our own lives and unwelcome as the process is, God chooses seasons of restringing, which the Bible calls discipline. Just as with my guitar, restringing doesn’t mean I am mad at my instrument, nor am I contemplating trading it in for a new model. God’s discipline indicates that a simple retuning will no longer do. He knows what we need is a whole new set of circumstances, better friends, a new job or (you fill in the blank.} And just like restringing, discipline means both the long slow process of unwinding the old, as well as the tedious stretching and tensioning of the new. Relationships, habits or opinions that God intends to change have been there a long time and loosening them and pulling them out doesn’t happen in an instant. We moan and groan as God slowly pries our fingers loose from what we are dearly clinging on to, because we have difficulty trusting that the new set of strings that He has for us will sound far sweeter. But wait there’s more! But you will need to tune in for tomorrow’s post to hear the rest of the story!

All Kinds of Folks at the Cross

Jesus said, “Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up His clothes by casting lots. Luke 23:34 ESV

If we were to wind the clock back to that dark day, we would discover that, just like today, there were many different kinds of people huddled around the cross. The loudest, though by no means the largest group were the mockers. These were the high priests, their political cohorts, and the brutal interrogators of Jesus. They beat Him, spit on Him, whipped Him and then sent Him on His way up the hill called “The Skull.” These were delighted to see Jesus ripped from the safety of his circle of followers, and the crowds who loved listening to His teaching. This teacher who had put in jeopardy their grasp on power was now reduced to a mass of welts and wounds and on His way to a humiliating execution.

The second and perhaps largest group around the cross were the ignorers. They passed by in curiosity, perhaps shuddering for a moment, and then went on their way. Though some were a bit more respectable than the drunken soldiers gambling for the clothing of Jesus, they were no more interested in His death than any other event of that day.

But one small group, including the mother of Jesus, a few friends and one disciple, stood watching and seeping while Jesus suffered those six long hours that fateful afternoon. One would imagine that in His suffering Jesus would have responded with indignation, or anger. He had come so far from the day He left Heaven and come to that humble manger in Bethlehem. Since the night of His birth Herod and others had looked for ways to snuff Him. There at the cross they were sure they had finally succeeded, and yet the words from the lips of our Savior were nothing as anyone could imagine. Instead of anger, He had forgiveness, and in place of despair, He gave the promise of paradise to a thief by His side. Though He was wearing the crown of thorns, He was not to be denied the crown of Life He would soon wear in Heaven. Though the soldiers had stripped Him naked and gambled for His earthly clothing, His Father had a robe that shone like the sun, for Him to wear when He came home. And for those who wept He gave the promise that their sorrow would soon be turned to joy. Today Jesus still cries “Father forgive them.” His merciful invitation is for mockers and mourners alike. The forgiveness Jesus offers is for disciples and drunken soldiers, thieves, and trusted friends, and best of all for you and for me. Come to the cross. Open your heart for Him to forgive you and make you His very own!