My summer is quickly drawing to its close. In about twenty-four hours, I’ll be catching up with good friends, in preparation for a week of hard work sowing seeds for the next year of campus ministry. And along with the endless reunion hugs will come the perennial question: “How was your summer?”
Usually in these “How are you?” situations, “good” will suffice, because there’s really no time for anything else. But on the occasions that there is time to linger, I’ll have to do my best to reply with an honest answer. There’s a story I can spin that will be true, even honest. But it won’t be the whole truth.
See, I enjoy telling battle stories, tales of victory from the brink of defeat. And sure, that’ll require a mention of the moments that victory didn’t seem so certain, when it seemed all hope was lost. But I don’t mind sharing about the hard times when I can finish the story with a happy ending. The sin doesn’t seem so shameful when I can say it’s been defeated by the power of God’s amazing grace. The pain doesn’t seem so painful when I can paint over it with a tale of how God’s purposefully worked good out of it. The despair doesn’t seem so dark when I can share how the joy of the Lord broke through those clouds.
But the truth is, sometimes I’m in the middle of the battle. And it’s been raging on for years. Sometimes the answers aren’t clear and the future is cloudy. Sometimes I can’t see God’s purpose for the current pain. Sometimes I don’t know if He can work good out of what I’m going through. These are the stories that remain untold.
Two years ago, my Summer Training Program (STP) team leader shared with me this illustration that I often whip out to explain transparency versus vulnerability. And it’s this: Transparency is like a shop window. You can see things, but you can’t necessarily touch them. And my guess is that you could make sure that shop window is presentable, or you could even close the curtains of that shop window. But vulnerability is letting people through the door, into your shop. And it’s risky because, as any retail worker can tell you, customers are a source of chaos: they can move things around, misplace them, even break them. They might even wander into those messy back rooms, where all the junk is stored.
If my life is clay in the hands of the Potter, a workshop of the Maker, a book of the Author, I’m proud to display His finished work in the window of the shop. It’s pretty, it’s polished, and it’s easy to see how that will bring Him glory. But I’m afraid to let people see the unformed lumps of clay, the work in progress, the rough drafts. And even more so, I don’t want them to see the projects that seem to have been abandoned, the ones that turned out in a way that I didn’t expect, the stuff that isn’t so pretty.
But if God is who He says He is, if His promises are true, if He is faithful (Lamentations 3:22-23), if He does indeed work all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28), then perhaps I can let people into the mess. Perhaps I can show them the unfinished work, confidently trusting that God will somehow bring His good work to completion (Philippians 1:6). Perhaps I can write from the battlefield knowing that God will bring victory.
Perhaps you’re there too. Perhaps God is writing our stories together.
So this is my challenge to you, and to myself as well: Tell the untold stories.
Let people past the window, through the door, even into the back rooms. Report from inside the storm, not just after it’s passed. Speak from the dark of the night before the light of the morning has come. Ask the questions with murky answers. Tell the stories that don’t have a resolution…
Yet. God will finish the story. He promises.