“Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident…I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living (Psalm 27:2,13).”
Yesterday was the day from hell. Oh, it started well enough.
I attended a men’s meeting at 6 am at my church. It’s tough getting up that early, but the 100 plus men who go believe it is worth it.
I do get tired on those days. However, yesterday wasn’t so bad. I had the energy to get through the day.
Then, as I was almost ready to leave, my boss told me that I was losing my overtime. This effectively means a 20 percent cut in pay, something I can ill afford.
I work afternoons and early evenings, so when I got home the kids were getting ready for bed. With the news I had received, I wasn’t in a good mood when I walked in the door.
It turned out, neither were they. The kids got into a tiff with each other before bedtime. I won’t go into the details. Let’s just say that the end result was that we had a hole in a bedroom after they got through with each other.
I went to bed pretty depressed. In fact, I told my wife that it would be good news if the doctor who I was going to see the next day told me I had two days to live. I was being facetious, sort of.
No such luck. When I went to the doctor this morning, he in fact told me that the leukemia which I have developed is heading toward remission.
Two weeks ago I had a bunch of bogus white blood cells floating around in my blood. Today, most of those little boogers are gone.
This doesn’t mean they can’t come back. I have to control the disease with medicine. However, the doctor and I both were smiling at the news.
I had endured a bad day yesterday, but it was nothing like the one Jesus had. His was the mother of all bad days.
His day began early in the morning with a decision by some religious leaders to put Him to death. They turned Jesus over to the Roman governor.
After some interrogation the governor could find nothing to justify such a sentence. He told a gathered mob that he would release Jesus.
The mob would have none of it. They screamed for His blood.
After the governor decided to invoke the sentence, he turned Jesus over to some soldiers. These soldiers mocked Him, spat on Him and nailed Him to a wooden cross.
The mocking continued as Jesus died. The chorus included the religious leaders and a couple crooks next to Him.
On the cross, Jesus expressed His depression. “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me,” He cried (Matthew 28:1-45).
The bad day eventually came to an end for Jesus though. He died, having accomplished His mission. “It is finished”, he said (John 19:30).
On another morning, a few days later, it all turned around. Jesus rose from the dead. He had made a way for eternal life for us all.
When days are bad, it’s easy to lose my confidence. When I string together several of them in a row, or they turn into months of bad days, I have just about given up.
However, each day brings something new. We never know what that is. Indeed, the wise man of Proverbs counsels us against even thinking about it (Proverbs 27:1).
All I know is that God knows when I need a shot of confidence. He surely gave me one this morning.