On hormones and the hope of heaven

Well, well, well. Looks like I pretty much crashed and burned on the whole write-for-31-days deal. I figured I would. Which is why, you may remember, I kind of hedged my bets from the beginning with a vague, sort of non-committed commitment. I wasn’t sure how or when but I knew I would fall and fall spectacularly.

Oh, I have my reasons and plenty of them, most of which would not make for pleasant reading and are thus best kept to myself. We’ll just say it has mostly to do with me being a 46 year old woman and all the idiosyncrasies and imbalances therein. I’ll leave it to you to read between the lines. Let’s just say I think for all the recent Internet chatter about why women are leaving their blogs one very important factor is being overlooked: some days we are crazy and barely hanging on to our sanity much less our emotional stability and the very idea of blogging anything is, well, not only laughable but impossible. Throw in a migraine and you see what I’m talking about.

Or maybe that’s just me.

So, yeah. Hormones. Sorry, guys, but there it is. If you male readers (anyone? anyone?) want to click away, then by all means. Before you do, please know this isn’t really a post about hormones but about heaven. And hope. And Jesus.

Today as I was attempting to climb ever closer into some semblance of normality of life and emotion, I was working on Bible study. I’m doing something a little different this fall. In the past all instruction has been via lecture, the Tuesday mornings that I love so much. This year I’ve also been putting together weekly homework, a page or two of questions intended to encourage engagement with the text.

This morning as I was writing some of the upcoming homework my efforts led me to Phil. 3:20-21 where Paul reminds the Philippians of their citizenship in heaven. “From it we await a Savior,” he writes, the Lord Jesus Christ, “who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body…”

Setting aside for a minute the obvious application of our bodies being transformed, I thought of the hope inherent in the kind of waiting Paul describes. The Philippian church surely struggled to hope. They were enduring persecution and various difficulties and disunities. There were false teachers, “evildoers” Paul calls them, among them. Paul, their leader, was in prison, suffering not only that very real hardship but also the pain of having his reputation questioned and defamed among those who should have been his colleagues and his co-laborers.

In and to this circumstance Paul calls the church to remember who they are and where their true citizenship lies. “You belong to heaven,” he tells them, “and you are waiting for your Savior and this promise of His sure return to save and restore and reign will empower you to endure.”

Not only that but they are able to rejoice in their sufferings because hope will not disappoint (Romans 5). Eagerly anticipating the appearing of their blessed hope, their great God and Savior Jesus Christ, will grant grace to them to renounce godliness and pursue godly, pure lives (Titus 2:13). They hold fast for He who promised is faithful (Heb. 10:23).

I know, I know, persecution does not exactly equate to a hormonal freak out episode. But as I struggle with what is and what should be, I too long for things as they will be. I hope for heaven and, glory to God, this hope will not disappoint. Life is hard here on earth, hormones no doubt the least among our struggles, but even this difficulty serves an important purpose: it will teach us to look to heaven, to await a Savior from there, to anticipate our blessed hope, our great God and Savior Jesus Christ. As we do so, we find grace to endure with joy, knowing the light and momentary troubles of this world are nothing compared to the glory that awaits.

And what hormonally-challenged woman in her mid-40’s will not find hope in the promise that He will transform our lowly bodies? Yes and amen.

 

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Author: Lisa Spence

Wife, mother, Bible teacher, bibliophile, occasional blogger

3 thoughts on “On hormones and the hope of heaven”

  1. Hi Lisa, I’m a fairly new reader (found you through Out of the Ordinary) and can’t remember if I’ve said hi yet (a bit sleep deprived with two littles under two)…so, hi! I’m enjoying your writing, particularly for the way you often point your reader to Christ and the hope of the gospel. Oh, and I like your sense of humor too 🙂

    This post was a comfort to me tonight…I long for things to be as they should and will be too…in the meantime I am trying to keep my eyes on Him who never disappoints.

  2. Hello! I just stumbled on your blog and well, you had me at “hormones”. LOL! I am 44 and I know all TOO WELL of that which you speak. Blessings to you!

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