Reordering the Chaos of Our Lives

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, 2the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. 3Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light. Genesis 1:1-3

Growing up after the war we were so poor because my father was too ill to work. I often fantasized about money. I had this recurring dream. I would either be going up or down the bamboo ladder to our house. My foot slips and I would fall. My fall breaks the ground and lo and behold before my eyes is a box full of money. The dream was so vivid I would wake up panting with excitement.

As I was growing into adolescence and learned how to swim, me and the other boys would think of how to use our skill to bring fortune. We would fantasize about a rich woman crossing the bridge. Something happens. The woman falls screaming into the river. Then we would rescue her and naturally she would be grateful and offer to marry her rescuer. Then the rest of us would have to find other rich women to rescue.

Most of us fantasize about getting more money. If the Lord granted you a wish, how would you like him to bless you? Would you rather have it the way of my dream? You don’t have to do anything about it, it shows up like magic. Or would you rather find a rich man or woman to marry?

Do you remember the Disney cartoon of the Sleeping Beauty? Well, she had three fairy godmothers, each with a wand and they could make things appear and disappear. When Sleeping Beauty’s wedding gown was being made, the godmothers could not agree on the color. So with the zip or a wand, the gown turns into blue; another zap of the wand, it turns pink. And so on and so forth.

God can bless us by magic. He did that when the disciples needed money to pay tax. Jesus sent them to the sea to catch fish. And one fish had a coin in its mouth, enough for the poll tax. Not much, this is no goose that lays the golden egg story.

But the miracle of Genesis is not so much creating things out of nothing as much as bringing order out of chaos. To the Hebrews living on the hills of Palestine, the sea was sinister, wild and turbulent. But the Spirit of God brooded over the waters and things began to take shape.

Chaos is confusion, clutter, a mess. Junk.

How do you create order out of chaos? First of all you have to take some boxes and label them, putting some things here and other things there. It may require throwing unnecessary things away. In other words you make distinctions.
And this is just what God did. Open your Bibles to Genesis 1. What did God separate?
• Light from darkness
• Earth from sky
• Land from sea
• Man from animals
• Woman from man

Although it is not explicitly mentioned, there is one more distinction to be made. God is not part of creation. He is distinct from the things he created. He is holy. For that is what holiness means, to be distinct, to be set apart. We are not to confuse God with nature. We are not to confuse God with ourselves. This is what sets apart Bible religion from the religion of Greece and Rome. For their Gods were mere mortals with supernatural powers. They lie, cheat, commit adultery just like ordinary mortals do. God asked, “To whom will you compare me?”

Salvation then is the beginning of the work of creating order out of our confused lives. Let me use my own life as an example of this process of making distinctions.

Before I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ, God wasn’t a part of my life. I see religious people and sometimes I wished I could be like them. But I wasn’t really aware of God. I think of religion as kind of belonging to a club where you have certain rules to follow, certain uniforms to wear at certain times. But God wasn’t a part of my understanding of religion.

1. Then I was introduced to Jesus and things began to change in the ordering, first of all of my awareness of reality. I became aware of the presence of God. Have you experienced working and then without looking back became aware that someone is standing behind you? Somebody has intruded into your space.

I became aware of his place in the affairs of my life. It’s like you’ve been living alone in your dormitory room and then a stranger knocked asking if he could share your room. Remember I’ve known about this person before but he has no part in my life. Now he is sharing my room.

I was used to running my life the way I wanted to, now here’s this person who was getting in the way. Things got complicated. I find that word in FB profiles.
Relationships? Some answer, “Complicated.” Jesus does complicate our life.

He got in the way of my social life, for example. Would I introduce him to my friends? Would I rather not? Could I take him to this place where I hang out with other friends? Would I rather that he kept his own company while I kept mine?

So I began reordering my life with Christ around. I began doing what I have never done before, praying. My mother taught me some prayers. But knowing prayers and praying are two different things. Prayer is awareness of the Other Person before you. Prayers are like reading a book. The characters don’t leap out of the book and talk to you. Prayers are risk free. You do the talking; you do not consider the possibility of interruption, like, “What do you mean?” or “Why did you say that?” When you pray you are aware that the Other Person has something to say about what you are saying.

So praying is an interruption of my privacy. The more I talk the more I am allowing interruptions. But without talk Jesus remains a stranger and that’s difficult to have a stranger rooming with you. That creates a very awkward situation.

2. As soon as I began to see that there is a distinct Person who had become part of my life, I also came to realize that I had to make a distinction with regards to time. Prior to Jesus it was all my time. With his coming, he invites me to his time. Prayer is basically very much my call. I choose the time and the place. But not Sunday. It is his time and he chooses the place not me.

Until I met Jesus Christ Sunday had no significance for me. Other than the fact that I don’t go to school that day and that my father is at home and not working on Sunday, it was still part of my time. When I met Jesus, it became his day. The English language retained the old pagan name which is Sunday or the day of the Sun. But you can’t escape the meaning in Spanish. It is Domingo, which means the Lord’s or the day of the Lord. It is there I meet his people.

3. Now I have to make another adjustment. For, to be frank, some of his people I don’t like at all. I still think that some of my own people were better behaved than this bunch. There was this young man for example who just got in my nerves. He went to the same school as I but he was too loud. He was drawing too much attention to himself and his religion. He would call me in school and shout, “Brother Dionson!” Weird.

But I discover one thing. The difference between his people and my people is that I can easily drop people I don’t like in my circle. But I cannot drop people from his circle. I have a choice to do. I can drop out entirely. But that means losing the people there that I learned to like. I found out that the discipline of staying put with these people is helping me in many ways. I see myself much better because his people provide kind of a mirror through which I see myself. This is not always true in my circle where people just tell me what I like to hear.

Furthermore, I found out that being in fellowship with his people, my circle of friends actually expanded with people I could trust.

4. As I got to know Jesus better I find out there is a gradual but definite reordering of my outlook. I was born in poverty. Early on, I developed a defeatist attitude towards life. This was what scared me as I was graduating in high school. It was not so much that I lacked interest in pursuing a career. It was rather that I wasn’t sure what to do with a career. Finding Jesus in my life was like having an experienced mentor who told me, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll help you.”
It was that assurance that gave me the courage to take up the Christian ministry as my career. In fact it was a relief when I finally decided after months of agonizing prayer what to do with my life. Being in Bible school was a pivotal experience for me. More than the things I learned, the lifelong friendships I developed, and the awesome experiences with the Holy Spirit, what Bible instilled in me was the development of habits that eventually would prove to bless me in ways I never imagined. These habits Sonia and I carried into the raising of our family.

• We woke up before sun-up to read the Bible and pray.
• We ate our meals together.
• We worked from 8 to 5.
• We studied between 7:30 and 9 in the evening.
• We went to bed at between 9:30 and ten at night. We knew nothing of night life.
• We went to church together every Sunday. It was a holy day for us.
• We gave ten percent of our income to the Lord.
• We saved money. Bonuses. Extra income. Gifts.
• We entertained people at home.

There was a time when our squatter congregation was still quite small. I was working at home, pounding my typewriter writing a manuscript for sale to a publisher. An old Japanese gentleman opened the gate and introduced himself as Reverend Sato. Without saying anything he started unzipping his trousers. I was shocked. Is this Japanese going out of his mind? Then he pulled a cloth bag, opened it and gave me a hundred dollars. He said the Lord had told him to find me and give the gift to me.

I have a few experiences like that. But I could see that most of the time, the blessing came like Paul said it in Acts 20:33, “I coveted no one’s silver or gold or clothing. You know for yourselves that I worked with my own hands to support myself and my companions. In all this I have given you an example that by such work we must support the weak, remembering the words of the Lord Jesus, for he himself said, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”

The blessing came as I gave. I started my first congregation in Cebu among squatter people. I had to find work to rent a house where we met. I gave a tenth of my income to the District because I was an ordained minister of the AoG. It was like a seed. Our congregation grew. And the time came when I did not have to work. Not only that as the congregation increased in number and as our income grew, they took care of me and my family in a very generous manner.

In my last visit in Boracay I spent a few nights at Beth Shalom our own property in Boracay. We built a school there. It’s small now but it will grow. I sat down at the carpet of grass so carefully tended by Nanay Teling. And I was just overwhelmed by God’s goodness. Through the years the miracles that the Lord brought in our lives were the miracle of being connected with the right kind of people, of being at the right place at the right time. As though an unseen hand was guiding our decisions and even our failures and shortcomings became part of a tapestry of light and shadow that God was creating out of our lives.

Too much clutter in your life? Too many complications? Has somebody knocked at your door, saying, “Behold I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice, open the door and let me in. Let me help you with that junk. Let’s put order into your life.”

I can tell you this, you’ll never be sorry you let him in.