Lamentations 3:1-66 · I am the Man Who Has Seen Affliction
One Good Word - Thanks!
Lamentations 3:1-66
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by Bill Bouknight
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When Mark Twain was at the peak of his writing career, it is said that his magazine and journal articles were worth $5 a word--a great sum of money in those days. One enterprising Harvard graduate student sent Mark Twain a letter:

"Dear Mr. Twain:

Enclosed please find $5. Please send me your best word."

A few days later, the student received a telegram with this single word response: "Thanks!"

"Thanks" may be the most valuable word in any language. It is certainly the word that dominates our thinking during this brief Thanksgiving season. I say brief because the financial pressures which have kidnapped Christmas and turned it into a buying binge have run over Thanksgiving with the force of an 18-wheeler. The only creatures helped in the process are the turkeys.

Thanksgiving, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Recently Abigail Van Buren published two very different letters in her "Dear Abby" column. Here is the first one from a 15-year-old girl:

"Dear Abby: Happiness is knowing your parents won't kill you if you come home a little late. Happiness is having your own bedroom. Happiness is getting the telephone call you have been praying for. Happiness is something I don't have. (signed) Unhappy and ungrateful."

Soon thereafter a second letter arrived. Listen to it: "Dear Abby: Happiness is being able to walk; happiness is being able to talk. Happiness is being able to see. Happiness is being able to hear. Unhappiness is reading a letter from a 15-year-old who can do all those things and still says she is unhappy. I can talk, I can see, I can hear, but I can't walk. (signed) "A 13-year- old who is happy and grateful."

To understand thanksgiving from a faith perspective, from a Biblical perspective, one must detach thanksgiving from outer circumstances. Thanksgiving is not just for people who can say, "I am better off financially than I was four years ago. Or, I am in good health. Or, my family is happy."

Think for a moment about the first thanksgiving in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. During the preceding winter, half of the Plymouth colonists had died. But friendly Indians taught the Pilgrims to fish off the rocky coasts, to plant corn and to hunt. The following summer and fall brought a good harvest. So, despite all the death and hardships, they held a three-day thanksgiving celebration with about ninety Indians as guests.

Real Thanksgiving is a declaration of faith concerning that One who is bigger than our circumstances, that One who can make all things work together for good. Real thanksgiving is based on faith- stance rather than circumstance. This is what St. Paul meant when he admonished the Christians at Thessalonica, "Give thanks in all circumstances for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."

We take our Thanksgiving text today from a most unusual place-- the Old Testament book of Lamentations. This book is literally a lament or expression of woe because of a major calamity. The holy city of Jerusalem was attacked, conquered, and destroyed by the Babylonians in 587 B.C. The majestic Temple of Solomon was leveled. The best of Israel's citizens were exiled to Babylon.

Soon thereafter some anonymous court official in Jerusalem, a man of deep faith, wrote this profound expression of national distress. But right in the middle of the woe and heartbreak is an exquisite statement of thanksgiving. Not even the blackness of national disaster could blind this man to the constant goodness of God. And on that goodness he based his hopes for the future.

Let me lift up several themes of thanksgiving from Lamentations and see if we can affirm them from our own experience. Under each theme I will give you a thanksgiving question to write down and ponder on Thursday.

FIRST, GOD'S LOVE IS CONSISTENT.

Verse 22 says it so clearly: "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, 'his mercies never come to an end." God is more dependable than the tides, more consistent than the sunrise.

The pastor Archer Wallace says that at the request of friends he went to see an old lady in a home for incurables in a Canadian city. He found her in a rather bare room and suggested that they go out on the veranda to talk. She said, "I have never been out on the veranda. I have a spinal condition which prevents my being moved."

This seemed a cruel condition to Mr. Wallace. He asked her how long she had been there. "Twenty-six years," she answered. He thought of twenty-six years and of all that had happened in his life in so long a time.

"Do you mean to tell me that you have never been out of this small room in twenty-six years?" She nodded.

He was speechless. It seemed that anything he could say would sound rather formal and insincere. Then that woman said something that he could never forget. She said, "It only comes one day at a time and God is so good!"

Imagine that! Twenty-six years of almost continual suffering, but a gracious God measured out his loving assistance to her, one day at a time.

Don't let this Thanksgiving pass without asking this question: As I look back through the years, what were the crisis points when God's faithfulness made the difference?

THE WRITER OF LAMENTATIONS GIVES US A SECOND REASON FOR THANKSGIVING: GOD'S MERCIES ARE NEW EACH MORNING.

God may be consistent but He is not always predictable. God is full of gracious surprises. God told the prophet Isaiah: "I am about to create new heavens and a new earth." Jesus talked about new wine requiring new wineskins. He gave us a new commandment and a new covenant in his blood. Finally, in the revelation of St. John, Jesus declared: "Behold, I make all things new."

God's love is consistent, yes, but always full of newness; just as the tides, though regular as clockwork, never clean the beach in exactly the same way.

Who would have dreamed that the Soviet Union would close up its communistic shop and open wide to the outside world? That vast region is the most attractive mission field in the world. Christ Church and four other United Methodist churches have been deeply involved in church planting in the former Soviet Union. Our own James Loftin is one of the most knowledgeable Methodist officials in that field.

Let me tell you something delightful. Communist Red Army trucks that once brought fear to the hearts of soviet Christians are now transporting Bibles throughout the Ukraine. Bible League, a scripture placement agency based in Chicago, has leased some of these heavy-duty diesel vehicles to transport Bibles. Isn't that wonderful?!

Much of our work in the former Soviet Union is coordinated by our friend, Dr. Eddie Fox. Eddie is constantly flying back and forth to that area. He reports that the churches of that region are full and overflowing. In most of the Russian churches, the elderly ladies sit down front. There are very few old men. Twenty million died in World War II. There are lots of teenagers in churches. Often there are big Sunday night services featuring Christian rock musicians with all their noisy paraphernalia. One of the Russian pastors told Eddie Fox that the music draws the youth, and "while they are here, we offer them the Gospel."

Eddie asked him if the loud music bothers the older folks. The pastor replied, "Yes, some don't like it. But the most supportive group is the little old ladies who sit down front." Then he added, "Of course, most of them are hard of hearing."

Eddie Fox was excited when he returned recently to the United States. He landed at the Atlanta airport. The customs official asked him if he had anything to declare. Eddie said, "I declare that Jesus Christ is Lord!" The customs official said, "Well, I declare."

There is never a danger of getting bored as one journeys with Christ. Discipleship is full of surprises and new mercies.

Now, here is another Thanksgiving question I want you to ask: "What nice surprise has come my way during the past year?"

THE WRITER OF LAMENTATIONS GIVES US A THIRD THANKSGIVING THEME:

Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in him." In other words, I have seen so many of God's mercies in the past that I know I can trust Him for the future.

Some time ago Sports Illustrated magazine printed an interview with the great Pittsburgh outfielder, Andy Van Slyke. He talked about a near tragedy that happened in their home. Their three year old son Jared was discovered by his five-year-old brother floating face down in a bathtub. Somehow that 55-pounder managed to pull his 33-pound brother from the tub and then yelled for Mom. A neighbor called 911 and an ambulance was there quickly. Miraculously, Jared was revived. After spending only one night in the hospital, he was back to normal.

Talking about that experience later, Andy Van Slyke, a devout Christian, said this: "If Jared had died, it would have been like a nail being driven into a two-by-four. There would have been terrible pain and anguish. If you pull the nail out, there is still a hole. But my belief in Jesus Christ is such that he would have filled that hole. Jesus would have been the wood putty."

That's a Christian's perspective on the future. God is bigger than any problem that I can ever have. Nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Now, for the third Thanksgiving question: Ask yourself this week: What is a fear I have about the future? Tell God what it is and add this word: "Even if the worst should happen, even then your grace would be sufficient."

Two of our close friends are a couple whose names are Mary Louise and Jim. They have only one child. Jimmy is about 30 years old and is profoundly retarded. He spends most of his time in an institution but is with them for an occasional weekend. They love him dearly and he has progressed far beyond what the experts thought possible.

Mary Louise was given a chance one Thanksgiving Sunday to offer a brief lay witness in the course of worship. With a beautiful smile and a joyous spirit, she praised her all-sufficient God. I will never forget her last sentence, and as she spoke it, I don't think there was a dry eye in the sanctuary. She said, "I am thankful for a husband who loves me and let's me know it; for a son whose childlike faith never ceases to inspire me; truly my cup runneth over."

Real thanksgiving honors that One who is our security even when the ground beneath us is shaking. It lifts up Christ who will be sufficient whatever the future may bring.

ChristianGlobe Networks, Inc., Collected Sermons, by Bill Bouknight