Get Back Up
It’s unfortunate. It’s painful. It’s lousy. It hurts.
Life knocks you down.
You know what I mean?
The thing happens that you were praying wouldn’t.
Those words are said and they cut you so deep your heart physically hurts for a while.
He is sick or she is sick or you are sick and it is scary and it is hard and it hurts.
You’re forced to say goodbye way before you expected, and you just weren’t ready.
One way or another, one cause or another, sometimes you’re on your back, looking at the ceiling. And sometimes, you’re not even completely sure how you got there.
At first, it hurts to be on the floor. It hurts to be down. It hurts to be laid low, and it hurts to feel it affect how you live. The light in your eyes is gone. The joie de vivre is missing. Your hope grew feathers and flew away without you.
After a while, you wonder how long you can stay down. And, sometimes, you think… maybe I should just stay down. Big dreams end with big heartache, so I’m staying small, you think. It’s not so bad laying low, being close to the ground. Less likely getting hurt down here anyway.
You’re still breathing, sure, but sometimes, you kind of stop living.
A few decades late to the punch, I devoured the Rocky films a few years ago. I loved the portrayal of the inner fight so much more than anything happening in the ring. The story (in Rocky I) of somebody who felt like a nobody pouring every ounce of himself into a once-in-a-lifetime chance to change his destiny — it was a story about heart that someone who didn’t care an ounce for boxing could still relate to.
We’ve all at some stage felt like a nobody who believed they had more inside of them to live for and to give to the world, than just this.
But the most compelling aspect of the story (for me) at nearly every turn, was watching Rocky’s decision to get back up.
When he faced a super-trained Soviet giant, (Rocky IV) and all the odds were against him, and he was outmatched in size and strength and he had nothing but his own determination to avenge the death of an old friend, he got in the ring. He took the hits that came his way, and sure, steady, consistently, he fought round after round after round, winning a crowd who began the match completely against him — simply because they were amazed by how he fought with heart. How he got back up.
What compelled him to get up again and again, what compelled him to keep going, every time he was clocked or decked or nearly knocked out?
I can only think that he kept getting back up because he still believed he had a chance at victory. He fought to win. And he always fought with everything he had in him.
We get knocked to the mat in life, too. And it can feel like we’ve got an opponent standing over us, willing us to stay down.
And the truth is, we do.
Paul warned the Corinthians — Our enemy will try to take advantage of us. We cannot afford to be ignorant of his devices. (2 Cor. 2:11)
It would suit our enemy well for us to get knocked down and to stay down.
To choose safe over brave.
To choose comfortable over purposeful.
To choose to keep breathing, but to kind of stop living.
But what a wild thought is this: could the victory be the thing that gets us off the mat?
Could hope be the thing that challenges us to forsake safe and dare to be dangerous?
And don’t we have the victory already?
It was two years ago today, when I said that hard goodbye to my Dad — a heart-heavy see you on the other side.
And I remember the haunting words of that song about Home — the ones that felt like a God-whisper:
The trouble, it might drag you down,
if you get lost, you can always be found…
And I see fresh truth: the troubles we experience in this life can literally drag us down. Pin us to the mat. Convince us it’s okay to stop living and just keep breathing.
I’ve walked that road a time or two.
We can get lost, wandering through those troubles. Grief, and hurt, and heartache — they can be winding paths that feel like labyrinths we can’t find a way out of.
Sometimes the decision not to cry anymore is also a decision not to laugh anymore. Numb is the easy route.
But friends, there is always hope. With God, nothing is impossible. Do you believe that deep down, in your soul?
When the odds seemed completely stacked against us, when the Saviour of the World was crucified, dead and laid in a tomb, when anyone who believed would’ve been sure the Light of the World had been extinguished — and when it seemed like hope was completely foolish — by the power of God, the Spirit of God brought about a Resurrection.
“And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you.” {Romans 8:11}
There is a power at work in us — there is a hope that we can hold onto. Because we are not just the servants of the Crucified King — we are also those who worship the Risen Lord.
There is nothing too hard for God and there is no reason for His children to live pinned to the mat.
Have you let a place in your soul give up and lay down?
Get Back Up.
Have you decided to stick with safe at the expense of stupendous, stellar, spectacular?
Get Back Up.
Is there any place in your heart that has been given to despair? Or just quietly resigned to the fact that “this is how I’m always gonna feel, and this is how it’s always gonna be?”
Get. Back. Up.
It’s written in Black & White: If His Spirit lives in you, He can give you LIFE.
He came to give you LIFE, and give it to you MORE ABUNDANTLY.
And? He is the way, the truth, and the LIFE.
Troubles might drag you down, but if you get lost, you can ALWAYS be FOUND.
Because you can never be separated from the love of God, poured out for us in Christ Jesus.
Find yourself in Him today, and there you will find the strength — no matter what — to get back up.
xCC
— For Missy