Well friends, I’ve come to a conclusion: It’s hard to be Christian in the summer.
This revelation occurred to me as our air conditioner decided to throw in the towel yesterday.
Before I go further, know that God is so stinkin’ faithful and good that He has already provided an answer to our need. But just for a sec, hear the honesty of my thoughts and go with me.
This is not something I’m proud of or something I really want to share with the world, but it’s the no-makeup-or-coffee reality this blog promises.
Remember my post, “Confessions of a Middle-Aged Drama Queen”?
ICE-DOWN THE PRETTY COFFEE AND APPLY TIARA HERE.
Those of you living in places where you actually ENJOY summer totally won’t get this post. But those of you living in the South will feel me.
Summer in east Texas can be described many ways, but today I’m partial to the word Sultry.
It’s humid and dry, which sounds like a complete oxymoron, but trust me on this one. The temperature yesterday climbed to 110 degrees and we are currently under a “burn ban.”
Y’all, it’s slap-dab miserable. You could go skinny dippin’ and still be hot.
I think I understand why the Bible Belt covers much of the South– We understand how hot Hell might possibly be.
That’s why those old-fashioned tent revivals were so effective here. When our ancestors heard preachers warn of an eternity of hellfire and brimstone, they got it and said, Uh, No Thank You. Deciding to spend eternity with Jesus was a no-brainer.
I know I seem super-sarcastic today but seriously. You’ve not understood the depths of your sin nature until you’ve endured 100+ degree Texas heat.
And I don’t mean endured it on some exotic trip or spiritual journey. I’m talkin’bout sweatin’ it out in your living room or car–with bored children, no less–on a normal summer day.
As the temperature rose inside our house yesterday, so did our tensions. We were all acting like complete opposites of our usual selves.
It was one of those times you’re totally aware of what is happening and yet you just cannot find it within yourself to stop. You’re telling yourself, “Self, you’re being a jerk right now. Stop. Stop acting like that. Stop talking completely.”
Please tell me you have similar conversations with yourself?
Regardless of my Self’s efforts, I failed to gain control. I continued on my course of annoyance and frazzled-ness, even to the point of making up words like frazzled-ness.
I sent a cryptic S.O.S. text to my prayer partners that went something like this…
Patience thin. Tensions high. Prayers greatly appreciated.
I seriously have a new understanding of domestic disturbances in homes without air conditioning.
Yes, I realize how petty this all sounds. I am completely aware this is not the end of the world and there are worse things than heat to endure, by far. But in an effort to be Real, can we just confess that this stuff really happens?
That sometimes The Flesh takes over and before you know it you’re snapping at your loved ones simply because you’re sleepy or hangry or hot?
I sincerely hate when I allow this ugliness to happen in my life and I want it to stop. I hate that these silly, momentary situations and fleeting emotions have such power over my actions and words–sometimes even more than the Holy Spirit.
I look at some of the Christian people I admire and think, I bet she never acts like that. She’s so calm, cool and collected. She’s probably never rude or hangry or hot.
But then Truth chuckles and tells me differently.
While each of our struggles and emotions are different, Scripture says every one of us wrestles with The Flesh. We all experience moments when it’s easier to act out of feeling than faith. It’s called being Human and it’s why we all need The Savior.
And we have such an amazing Savior, He actually understands being hot and hungry and tired, on top of being tempted by Satan himself. Jesus faced every type of temptation we experience and guess what? He had the power to overcome it all!
How He did it was no mystery, either. Jesus didn’t call angels to rescue Him; He didn’t speak in some unknown heavenly language or use some mystical power. He used God’s word.
Jesus knew His Father’s word so well, He was able to speak it during the heat of the moment.
Lord, that’s the power I want and desperately need.
I want God’s word to be so ingrained in my heart and mind that I am able to bear ALL things, big and small. To be like Him when it’s cool and convenient, and when it’s hot and it’s not.
Even during Summer in the South.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish my iced Pretty Coffee before it melts.
“The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.” ~Romans 8:6
“Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, ‘If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.’ Jesus answered, ‘It is written: Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” ~John 4:1-4