Abiding

One of my favorite books…

“Abide in me and I in you. Just as the branch can­not bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, nei­ther can you unless you abide in me.” (John 15:4)

I have often thought this verse express­es the key to a hap­py, vic­to­ri­ous life. Hap­py? Vic­to­ri­ous? I’ll bet that nei­ther are words that you would imme­di­ate­ly asso­ciate with most of the pro­fessed Chris­tians that you know. There­fore, my con­clu­sion is that we Chris­tians have not mas­tered the art of abid­ing. I’ve been a Chris­t­ian for 44 years, but for the large major­i­ty of them I’ve been a Hopa­long believ­er. I ran my own life and allowed Jesus to hop on board when I need­ed Him (crises, ill­ness, loss, tragedy). Oh yeah, I’d give Him the per­func­to­ry Thank You when things went well, too.

When I retired, I resolved to make my rela­tion­ship with Jesus my top pri­or­i­ty. That quick­ly led to the stun­ning real­iza­tion that He is with me, present, every moment of my life (see ear­li­er blog post: “I am with you always..” Octo­ber 6, 2019). Becom­ing aware of His pres­ence and respond­ing to His pres­ence is what abid­ing is all about.

That has been my goal, and I fre­quent­ly avow that goal, but I can­not say I’ve attained that goal. Hard­ly. Is it even real­is­tic to hope to abide in Him? I believe it is, but not in the way that I have expected—I am not mov­ing up into some high­er con­scious­ness, like an enlight­ened spir­i­tu­al being. Rather, He is draw­ing near­er to me, mak­ing it eas­i­er to call to mind, say a prayer, remem­ber a verse, see the sit­u­a­tion from a larg­er viewpoint—as though He is join­ing me in my life instead of try­ing to trans­port me to another.

And then comes the aston­ish­ing rev­e­la­tion: every time you lis­ten and do what He wants, there is a pos­i­tive effect (what He refers to as “bear­ing fruit”.) Maybe not always appar­ent at the moment, but always inevitable and usu­al­ly evi­dent in ret­ro­spect. “My yoke is easy…” Man, I have strug­gled with that verse most of my life! I think I get it—the yoke is trust–you have to trust Him more than yourself.

Do I have to know I am abid­ing in order to be abid­ing (abid­ing is an active verb)? Absolute­ly not. Do you have to spend every moment with your wife to know you are mar­ried? I accept that I am mar­ried and am grate­ful for it: I want to car­ry that aware­ness into every moment I am liv­ing. I believe that I am abid­ing: I want to car­ry that aware­ness into every moment I am living.

It is a slip­pery slope—if you think you’re abid­ing, you’re prob­a­bly not. You’re like a water ski­er who thinks he doesn’t need the rope and so he lets go. You can’t will to abide and you can’t fake it. There are activ­i­ties that nur­ture the sense of abid­ing, the aware­ness. Prayer, of course, and spir­i­tu­al read­ing, and ser­vice. It is a won­der when you do some­thing nice for some­one and see the face of Jesus in the person’s response. How­ev­er, you can’t pick your spots to abide. Paul says: “…what­ev­er you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus..” Breath­ing is prob­a­bly a good place to start.

It is anoth­er one of God’s won­der­ful para­dox­es: my num­ber one goal for the rest of my days (abid­ing in Jesus) is some­thing that is already true.

Comments

  • Ah, I see myself in the first parts of your writ­ing! A hopa­long Chris­t­ian, I think most of us would fall into that cat­e­go­ry. Odd­ly, I, too, have been search­ing to be clos­er to Him. I want to bear good fruit! I want to be a light for Him. It is a strug­gle, though. My thoughts and actions are not always Christ-like; and, at times, I am fruit­less. I think I have the occa­sion­al, tiny fruits that are ok. But I want to bear huge, beau­ti­ful, sweet ripe fruit. But what if I am noth­ing but a tiny, grow­ing vine on the side? I will lean on Him and keep beat­ing what fruit I can. He did­n’t demand a har­vest from me. Just a steady sup­ply of good fru­ut. If I can do more, I pray He guides me to do so.

    Laura Grimmer23 January, 2020

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