“The Lord God took the man and placed him in the Garden of Eden to work it and watch over it.” (Genesis 2:15)
So God created responsibility. It’s one of those things that we all have in our life. It has been around since the beginning of time. And everyone handles it differently. Some people dive into it head first, some people take it on, then delegate it to others, and some just shirk it completely.
This is something that we see in the world every day, but it is also something that rings true in the “Christian world” as well. Jesus gave us a new task right before ascending into Heaven. “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always to the end of the age.”
I’m going to be honest with you. As I write this I’m sitting in a hospital room while my step-son Damon is preparing to go into his second surgery in six days. His appendix burst, and he had to have emergency surgery. Now, five days later, we have found out that they have to go back in and go after an abscess that has started growing. As a parent, watching your kids go through something like this just sucks.
I’m no stranger to sitting in hospital rooms with my kids. My first month as a parent was spent in a NICU in Hershey, Pennsylvania. My oldest daughter, Courtney, was two months premature. That was a life changing day for me as a man. Courtney was born through emergency C-section, and taken directly to the NICU. I was told to stay with her mom while they finished closing her up. When the surgery was over the Pediatric Specialist met me and told me that things were better than expected and in about an hour I needed to go to the 9th floor and do the “NICU Orientation.” I picked at lunch, took an elevator ride with a famous football coach, then I arrived at NICU. If you’ve ever had to deal with NICU (and I pray you never have to go through this), you basically have to scrub up and dress for surgery. It’s a super clean environment. So I put on my gown, booties, mask and surgeons cap, and walked onto the NICU floor. They lead me to a plexi-glass box with two little opening. Inside was this little ball of pink wrapped up in a blue and white blanket, it looked like some kind of sci-fi scene. You know the one where the alien life form is kept in containment, and at any moment it would unleash terror on the world.
Anyway, I sat down in the chair and opened the access. I remember running my finger over her forehead and down her nose. They had her swaddled, but had one of her hands sticking out because of the IV in her arm. I remember rubbing my fingers across the knuckles of her fisted hand. She opened her hand, and wrapped it around my finger. She then opened her eyes, looked at me and sighed.
Never in my life had I ever had such a moment of clarity. It was real now. It was no longer about me. Everything I did from then on was about my family. From that moment on, I took my responsibilities with purpose. For years I had claimed to be a man, but at that moment on January 2000, I understood what it meant to be a man.
Adam and Eve went through the same thing. They had been given a responsibility, but they didn’t understand the gravity of their duties until they had made a horrible mistake. Their “come to Jesus” moment happened after they realized just how grave their responsibilities were. Thankfully my “come to Jesus” moment as a father didn’t come after I had made a horrible mistake.
But as a Christian, that’s another story.
I “got saved” when I was in the second grade. We went to a revival at our church, and on a Tuesday night, I felt the Holy Spirit convicting me. I remember during the invitation I fought with myself as to whether I should go down and talk to the pastor or stay in my pew. When the invitation was over I broke down in tears. My preacher, Brother Dwayne, knew exactly what I needed. We sat down, and talked about some verses in Romans. Then we said a little prayer. I asked Jesus to into my life, and I became a Christian.
For years I talked the talk. I told people I was a Christian, I was at church almost every Sunday, doing what God had “called” me to do. I was a seat warmer. I had actually rationalized that God didn’t have a use for me, and that my calling was to show up and give the teacher someone to teach to, and the preacher someone to preach to.
Then one morning….
My daughter Courtney was four. My other daughter was two, and I was still married to their mother. As a father I was doing all I could to support my kids. I was shoving them off to church in hope of their salvation, then going home and doing things I shouldn’t be doing. Their mother was diving deeper and deeper into things and dragging me along with it. Then one morning I got up to go to work, and happened to look at myself in the mirror. I threw up. I was disgusted at my own site. Here I was praying for my girls to become Christians, and be more like Christ, and I was living a life opposite of that.
After a day at work trying to figure out what was wrong, I finally came toe to toe with the Holy Spirit, and did He lay down the smack down.
Just like in the Garden, God started with a house cleaning. I told my wife that I was not going to be a part of her smut anymore, and that I did not want it in my house and around my kids anymore. She laughed. After a few months of struggling, I found myself in divorce court. I got custody of my two girls, and a fresh start. I became more involved with God. I began reading his word. I began to get involved with my church. God reintroduced me to my best friend from high school, who was going through a very similar situation. She had left an abusive relationship with her three kids. A year later, she and I got married. We placed our lives on God’s altar. We live in a three bedroom house with 5 kids. I can tell you it has not always been easy. We have had our share of hardships and battles. But knowing that God has a plan, and that by following him that plan has a happy ending, it is worth it.
You see, like Adam and Eve, when their responsibility became real to them, God gave them two promises. One of these was to Adam: (Gen 3:17b) The ground is cursed because of you. You will eat from it by means of painful labor. God promised a lot of hard work. The second promise is found in Gen 3:15 (I will put hostility between you and the woman, and between your seed and her seed. He will strike your head, and you will strike his heel. This was God speaking to the serpent, Satan. It was God promising that Jesus would come and defeat Satan.
As Christians, God has made us the same type of promises. Matthew 7:13-23
“Enter through the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the road is broad that leads to destruction, and there are many who go through it. How narrow is the gate and difficult the road that leads to life, and few find it.
“Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravaging wolves. You’ll recognize them by their fruit. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes or figs from thistles? In the same way, every good tree produces good fruit, but a bad tree produces bad fruit. A good tree can’t produce bad fruit; neither can a bad tree produce good fruit. Every tree that doesn’t produce good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. So you’ll recognize them by their fruit.
“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord!’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but [only] the one who does the will of My Father in heaven. On that day many will say to Me, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in Your name, drive out demons in Your name, and do many miracles in Your name? Then I will announce to them, ‘I never knew you! Depart from Me, you lawbreakers!
God promises us two things: One: salvation for those who follow him; and two: a lot of hard work.
From personal experience, I can tell you there is more to being a Christian than filling a pew and saying a prayer. It is a lifestyle, a commitment, a responsibility, that we should take on with an eternal gratitude.
I know that this week’s devotional is more like a testimony, but I figure it’s time to open up a little about just who I am, and where I am on the path to being a servant of Jesus. I would like to say what a joy it is to get have the opportunity to share what God lays on my heart. I’m not a perfect Christian; that is a goal I’ll achieve when they set my funeral. In the next few months as we dive deeper and deeper into the Bible, I hope you will continue to join me as we follow where God leads.
Addendum: Damon got to go home four days after the surgery and is now home. As of this posting he is back in school and acting like nothing has ever happened. Only the scars remain. God’s grace and healing power are amazing.
Brocke Lively is a lifelong Texan from a little town called Olton.
Brocke and his wife, Lela, have 5 kids, 2 dogs, 5 cats, 2 chickens, and what seems like a revolving door of neighbor kids coming over to play. As a father, Brocke recognizes that how he lives his life, and how he worships God not only reflects on his own salvation, but ripples to how his kids worship God.
Brocke attends a small town church where he is known as an on-call substitute Sunday school teacher. He recognizes that his church family is also a large part of who he is, and who he want his kids to grow up to be; God-fearing followers of our Lord Jesus Christ.