When all kinds of trials and temptations crowd into your lives, my
brothers, don’t resent them as intruders, but welcome them as friends.
James 1:2, Phillips
Most of my physical challenges are due to the misalignment
and flexion deformity of my knee replacement. One of the biggest problems with
this knee is the very limited range of motion.
I do my daily PT routine, but the things that I can do on my own are not
enough to keep the deformity of my knee joint from getting worse. So, every
couple of weeks, I see a manual therapist to help stretch the soft tissues and
break up fascial adhesions around the joint. This is very helpful, and together
with my daily routines, keeps me walking and able to do steps.
These last couple of weeks, I wasn’t able to do my regular
PT because I came down with a bad respiratory virus. Because of that, my most
recent visit to the manual therapist was quite painful. (Hang in there, I’m
really not just going to complain through this whole post!) He did a technique
called “muscle stripping,” which is very effective for breaking up those
adhesions and stretching out the soft tissues around the joint. It is a more
intense kind of therapy than what I usually get. He’s had to do this a few
times, and it is always very helpful, with lasting results. On the down side,
it is also extremely painful, and although I knew this from experience, I was
eager to receive the treatment.
I needed this treatment to address the stiffness of the leg
that was partially caused by neglect of my daily routine. Now, let’s think
about our spiritual “stiffness.” The above verse from James, from the Phillips
paraphrase, tells us that we should welcome trials as friends. There is nothing
like a difficult trial to show us our spiritual range of motion. Sometimes,
when we get focused on the troubles of our lives, we can forget to seek wisdom
in Scripture, to pray, and to cry out to God. Instead, we try to “fix” the
situation ourselves. When this happens, we become weary and begin neglecting
our spiritual disciplines. In the process, we can get worn out, worn down, and spiritually
stiff.
James tells us a better way. Instead of resenting the trial
and seeking to escape, which draws us away from Christ and toward self, we
should look at them as friends sent to help us become more like Christ. Read
the next part of the above passage in James:
Realize that they
[trials] come to test your faith and to produce in you the quality of
endurance. But let the process go on until that endurance is fully developed,
and you will find you have become men of mature character, men of integrity
with no weak spots.
While I don’t enjoy muscle stripping, I do call it my friend
because I know that it will help me gain the flexibility I need in order to be
able to strengthen the muscles around that joint. One of the biggest problems
with an inflexible joint is muscle weakness. If you can’t bend the joint, you
can’t challenge the muscle to grow. Trials are like muscle stripping. They are
unpleasant and often painful, but they are necessary if we want to grow
spiritually. Through trials, God strips away the stiffness that enters our
hearts through sin, neglect of spiritual disciplines, emotional pain, or
idolatry. All of these things can cause
us to turn from Him.
While I was suffering with the flu, I couldn’t muster the
energy to make myself do the home therapy necessary to maintain my knee. I am
so thankful that my therapist knows what to do! Through a painful process, helped me get back with the program and keep my mobility from spiraling
downward. In the same way, I am very grateful to God for sending trials to
accomplish the same things on a heart level. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not giddy
with anticipatory glee when trials come. But I am very thankful that my God
loves me and desires my growth in Him, and this is what enables me to be
thankful for my trials. Thankful for the stripping away of the sin that sticks
to my heart and makes me stiff. Thankful for the softening of stubbornly
knotted rebellion, allowing humility to grow in my heart. Thankful, indeed,
that my Therapist knows what to do. Hallelujah! What a Healer! What a Savior!