Last night we watched Scott discussing the difficulties of men in the US military service (link to podcast: it is 90 minutes long). Scott’s stuff is generally good, and here, but one of the things that kept me awake was the twisting of discipline and self discipline into something that was toxic. As I said to Kea, as we went to bed, if you wanted to set up a system designed to drive young men to suicide, the US military has made such a thing. If you have sons in the military or daughters thinking about it in the USA, watch the video.
We are not called to be timid. Man or woman. We are not door mats. We are worth our wages. We should not minimize what we do: something I’m frequently guilty of.
3 I thank God whom I serve, as did my ancestors, with a clear conscience, as I remember you constantly in my prayers night and day. 4 As I remember your tears, I long to see you, that I may be filled with joy. 5 I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well. 6 For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, 7 for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.
English Standard Version
In the deliverance of a life that is not fear but power and love and self control there will be difficulties, opposition and tears. Often there will not be the surface prosperity that those of the world display. But from the struggle will come something stronger.
Not that any of us like the times of struggle. We hate them. We want them gone. It is only after them that we see what has been wrought.
And, as with the faith of Lois and Eunice, it is beautiful, glorifying God.