I recall a night, some years ago, when one of our children was desperately calling for me. I rushed to the room, knowing that too much television and late nights probably conjured a nightmare. As I opened the bedroom door I could already here the sobbing. “Pappa!” she exclaimed through tears and sobs. I drew closer and took her in my arms and asked “Oh sweetheart, what is wrong?” She trembled as she told me the terrible nightmare she had and welcomed the tight, encouraging hug from me. I went through the typical instructions we give our children when they are afraid. “You are never alone” “Trust God” “Pray” “Ask God to give you strength”. Afterward, she looked at me, still sniffling, “But Pappa? Where does the power come from?” she asked.
Indeed, where does the power come from? Have you ever felt powerless? Have you ever wondered, as the worst most uncontrollable circumstances overwhelm you, and you pray that God would deliver you from the circumstance, why is there no power? Does it seem as though your prayers just fade off into the darkness with no reply? I know I have.
During the moments when our little Lincoln died, I literally cried out to God, loudly cried out to Him to bring our little boy back. There was no voice from Heaven, or sudden thrill of power that took my agony away, and that question surfaced from within me “Where does the power come from?” Doubt, fear, dark clouds and fog brought on by the tears and dizziness and the confusion of the moment, had robbed me of any clarity. “Where does the power come from?”
I look back on those horrific moments, and I praise God for the people He had placed around me. Although I did not know it then, it is clear now that a hedge of protection was surrounding us all in those moments. What brought me to that realization was the truth of the Gospel being spoken into our dark thoughts by others who had the clarity and conscience to recognize it. Every time I was tempted to blame myself for being the last one to feed Lincoln only hours before, others were there to remind me that I did not hold the power of life, nor did I number the days of others. I was reminded that God was there through it all, and that He is good, all the time. I was reminded that our son would now grow up in the arms of His heavenly Father, and that Lincoln was gone, but not lost. So where does the power come from? Power comes from the truth. The truth about God, the Holy Spirit and Jesus Christ. The truth is clearly taught in God’s love letter to us, the Bible. Jesus said “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32; “Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.” John 17:17; “I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6 (KJV).
So the next time life seems to be too much, and prayer seems too little, remember that it is what God has said, who He is, and what He does in truth which grants power to overcome the emotional turntable that is a result of the difficulties of unbridled circumstances. It is the truth that grants clarity and the solid foundation of faith. Truth is the enemy of doubt, and doubt is the open door to believing a lie. Doubt is not overcome by faith, but it is overcome by truth.
These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.