O LORD, how long shall I cry, And You will not hear? Even
cry out to You, “Violence!” And You will not save. Why do You show me iniquity, And cause me to
see trouble? For plundering and violence are before me; There is strife, and contention
arises. Therefore the law is powerless,
And justice never goes forth. For the wicked surround the righteous; Therefore
perverse judgment proceeds. (Habakkuk
1:2-4 )
Years ago, the late Karen
Carpenter sang, “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” Every pastor has felt that way. You preach yourself empty on Sunday—and then
you have to get up and face more demands on Monday. There was an entrance into the pulpit on
Sunday morning with great anticipation, only to watch the people sit there as
stones—and not many of them at that. The
difficulties seemed more abundant than the numbers of congregants, and you went
to bed, tossing and turning like a small ship in a storm-tossed ocean—the
howling winds of doubt and fear assailing you.
Now, you drag yourself out from under the covers, with more questions
than answers, more struggles than solutions—rainy days and Mondays always get
us down.
God’s spokesman, Habakkuk, could
identify. We find him in the opening
verses of his short prophecy questioning God.
He feels as if he can’t take it any more. God’s people have become reckless in their
faith, and are about to be ruined because of it. The enemy is on the rampage, and the
casualties are growing by the day. He
wonders, “Where is God in all this?”
Don’t tell me you haven’t felt that way—maybe this day.
Habakkuk was having a crisis of
faith. It seemed that things had gone
from bad to worse in his ministry. Not
only had the people abandoned God’s ways, the Lord seemed to have now abandoned
them. The Lord’s soldiers were in full
retreat, while the wicked were on the march—and the few voices like Habakkuk,
that tried to rally the troops, seemed lost amid the cries of terror and
despair.
God answered Habakkuk’s cry of
complaint in chapter one with a call to commitment in chapter two.
Then the LORD
answered me and said: “Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he
may run who reads it. For the vision is
yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry. (v.2-3)
The answer was simple to state,
though challenging to do: God’s man must “live
by his faith” (2:4). We have
preached it, now we must practice it. In
the midst of trials, we tell our people to trust in God. Perhaps on rainy days and Mondays we should
do the same.
A preacher who is full of faith is faithful. We have a calling from God and nothing must
hinder us from fulfilling it. His Word
is sure whatever the situation seems. I
can speak it confidently because God has communicated it to me clearly. I am to take it and run with it! The urgency of my spiritual task must spur me
onward despite the insufficiency of my physical strength. I might feel like I am running on fumes, but
God may have a filling station just around the corner.
When we are sagging, our spirits need reviving. So, in desperation, take up the prophet’s
prayer:
O LORD, I have heard Your speech and was afraid;
O LORD, revive Your work in the midst
of the years!
In the midst of the years make it known;
In wrath remember mercy.
(3:2)
It was then that God showed up
(v.3ff), revealing His glory and displaying His power. In the end, no matter the burdens we carry
and the difficulties we face—God is enough.
He is the reward. Irrespective of
how many or how few show up on Sunday morning, God will show up on a Monday
morning! Is He enough? Must the pastor be rewarded with recognition
by the congregation and community—celebrated as a church rock star? Do the pews have to be overflowing with
crowds and the plates be overflowing with cash before we will feel joy or is
God’s presence reward enough and is He our source of joy?
Here is how the prophet concludes
his message:
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The LORD God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
To the Chief Musician.
With my stringed instruments. (3:17-19)
You can walk out the door my
brother, singing this tune—even on rainy days and Mondays!
