Sunday, December 20, 2009

Marley's Chains

Marley's Chains

  But God’s word is not chained. (2 Timothy 2:9b)


Without a vocal greeting, the rattle of chains announces my son’s return from work. His metal links jangle from his wrists, his pants, and his eyebrow. They display the appropriate symbol of the emotional and spiritual chains that imprison him. My son wears his chains as a badge of honor to his rebellion. 


In my mind, I visualize the scene of Marley’s ghost in A Christmas Carol. Marley’s bondage to money revealed itself by huge clanking chains and moneyboxes. His remorse for his earthly deeds haunts him and Scrooge. I long for my son to feel remorse and to return as the sweet boy I once knew. I want my son back. Now!


As my son heads ups the stairs, the clanking fades. I shove the image of the ghostly Marley out of my thoughts and assert the positive promise, “The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9).” I will continue to pray for my son. I will use Scripture to plead his case, because God’s Word cannot be chained, regardless of what shackles dangle from my son’s body and soul.              



Father, I believe that Your Word is not chained. Help me to remain patient when You appear to be slow in keeping Your promises. I know You are infinitely patient, not wanting anyone to perish or live in rebellion. This includes my beloved child, _______________. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.


An excerpt from Divine Hope for Despairing Parents by Susanne Scheppmann, New Hope Publishers, 2009.


1 comment:

blythespirit said...

My heart aches for you, Suzanne. And although my child's rebellion isn't of the same variety, nor to the same degree, I feel your pain...and your HOPE. Our Abba Father *is* faithful.

Some, MANY times I just want Jesus to come back toDAY! I get so tired of dealing with what/who I deal with in family matters.

But then, no... wait..."they" aren't ready! Hold off, Jesus. I thank you that you are indeed "slow in keeping [your] promise as some understand slowness. [You are] patient with [us], not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance".

Suzanne, I ask God to bless you today as you deal with your prodigal, and may Jesus *always* light your way.

Strange, but I feel like we're 'old' friends, though strangers and miles apart.