I could never ever tire of the Psalms and Proverbs and I am absolutely in love with the last verse. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Starting in verse 29 it talks about people who hate knowledge and what becomes of them, what shame and troubles they bring upon themselves. The chapter ends with verse 33 saying:
…but whoever listens to me will dwell secure
and will be at ease, without dread of disaster.
…without dread of disaster.
It doesn’t say that those who listen to God won’t ever encounter disaster, it doesn’t say they will live a life full of flowers and butterflies or whatever it is that makes you happy. It just says that those who obey God won’t dread disaster.
What does that mean? Well, to me it means that when something bad happens I won’t be entirely upset. It means that when disaster strikes my life or something that affects my life I will know that God is with me and will help me stand strong. For example, think of death. Think of funerals. Think of the desperation of funerals for those who do not, or did not, know Christ. Then consider the “celebration of life” services for those who were Christians. Personally I think of the services for two young people from my church. In October of 2011 my friend’s brother died suddenly due to an unknown cause. I won’t go into those details but the few days that followed his death were some of the darkest times me and my then friends had ever faced, and I’m sure ten times more for the family. They were blessed with a large house where we hold all the parties so everyone was in and out the whole weekend. The house was filled with quiet talking and the occasional tear throughout the days and loud voices mixed with the strums of guitars and drum beats on a Igloo cooler made Cajone at night. It was one of the darkest times I’ve ever known, yet we all knew where he had gone when he died and all of us gathered there to support the family and each other knew where we would end up as well. We all had a united hope. We did not dread the disaster.
I also think of my friend Hannah who died last February when a gun misfired and shot through a wall and into her head. It was tragic, perhaps even more tragic than the other one. It was different because she stayed alive for about a week after the accident. Although every single one of us believed in our hearts that she would be healed we still had time to prepare if she didn’t. She was one of the sweetest spirits and most devoted Christians I knew. We all knew where she was going so, while we were all heartbroken over the tragedy our hearts were not in total dread.
I guess not having that dread does just come from loving, trusting, and obeying God.