I
have a couple of stories to tell this morning—one from the world of
the Bible, which you already know well, so I won’t spend much time
on it—and one from our own world, which you’ve probably never
heard. Then I’ll tie them together with the song we just sang, and
leave you with something you can take home with you.
In
1981 a baby girl was born to the Moceanu family. This couple had been
gymnasts in Romania, a country famous in the 1970’s for its
world-class female gymnasts. But the oppressive Communist government
in Romania made the whole country like one big prison, and they
wanted to make a life for themselves elsewhere. So they had left
Romania and moved to America. Life was looking good for them when
their first child turned out to be a daughter. They named her
Dominique, and decided to give her every opportunity to excel as a
gymnast.
As
soon as Dominique was able to stand up, they started her training,
putting her little hands around a clothesline to see how long she
could hang from it. By the time she was four years old, she was
already competing, and by the time she was six, she was winning
gymnastic contests around the country. They knew she was great.
Then
something terrible happened—at least they thought it was terrible.
Mrs. Moceanu gave birth to a second child—another daughter—but
something had gone wrong, and she was born with no legs. This child,
surely, had no hope of following in her parents’ footsteps. This
child had no place in a family of world-class gymnasts. Mr. Moceanu’s
decision was firm, and it was irrevocable: without ever giving his
wife a chance to hold her baby in her arms, he insisted on putting
her up for adoption. They would try again, and sure enough, two years
later they had another daughter. Little Dominique never realized that
she had two sisters—the little cripple was never spoken of again.
Without
the distraction of a disabled daughter, the Moceanus poured
themselves into Dominique. She got the best gymnastic schools, the
best coaches. They even moved to a different state to put her under
the tutelage of a pair of Romanian coaches who took only the best as
their pupils. Dominique won again and again, until at the age of 14
she reached the pinnacle of success as a gymnast—an Olympic medal.
She was still young enough, there was no reason why she shouldn’t
be able to continue completing all the way to the next Olympics,
four years later, and maybe beyond, if her body held out that long.
But
what about her disabled sister—the one she didn’t even know she
had? Well, in fact, she didn’t have a disabled sister. The little
girl with no legs had been adopted by the Brickers, a couple who
already had three sons, and decided to give her a chance to be part
of a normal family. They named her Jennifer, and determined to never
tell her that she was disabled. They never allowed her to say “I
can’t.” She learned to crawl at the normal age, and by the time
others were toddling around on their legs, she was crawling circles
around them using just her arms and hands. The Brickers got her a
bicycle that she could pedal with her hands, and taught her that
anything others did with their feet, she would just do with her
hands. But what did she want to do, more than anything else? She
wanted to be a gymnast, just like her hero, the famous medal-winning
Dominque Moceanu.
Dominique,
meanwhile, ran into some trouble. The intense schedule of training
and competing had stressed her young body to the point of almost
crippling her. Again and again she fell down during her performances,
and the chance of winning another Olympic medal seemed more and more
elusive. Still, she kept on, refusing to give up. But one thing she
could not endure was the pressure from her father, who constantly
demanded that she be perfect. Her best was never good enough for him,
and finally, at the age of seventeen, she gave up trying. She sued
for emancipation, testifying in court what a horrible man her father
was. The court granted her independence, and Mr. Moceanu, the man who
rejected a disabled daughter in secret, found himself publicly
rejected by a daughter he had driven to the point of disability.
But
his other daughter wasn’t crippled. Her loving parents never let
her think of herself as disabled. Once she made the decision to
become a gymnast, they supported her all the way. And, incredibly,
she started to succeed—winning contests against other gymnasts who
did have legs. She specialized in tumbling, and without any legs to
get in her way, she was able to leap somersaults around the other
gymnasts. One day, when she was the age at which her sister Dominique
had rejected their parents, she decided she wanted to find out more
about them. What sort of family had she come from, she wondered. So
she decided to ask her mother.
I
can tell you, Mrs. Bricker responded, but you’d better sit down
first. “Mom, I’m always sitting down. You sit down.” So she sat
down and gently told her adopted daughter, Your parents were the
Moceanus. Dominique is your biological sister.” As the truth began
to sink in that Dominique, her hero, was her sister, she realized
that her parents must have rejected her because they thought she
would never be able to be a gymnast like her sister. Then the irony
hit her—Dominique, at the tender age of twenty-three, was already
in decline as a professional gymnast. Repeated injuries to her legs
had caused her to miss the previous Olympics—in fact, because of
her the Olympic committee had decided not to allow any more gymnasts
to compete at such a young age. The Moceanus had rejected the
daughter who didn’t have any legs to get injured—didn’t have
any legs to get in her way to success as a professional gymnast—and
along the way had lost their golden girl, the one who showed so much
promise—but rejected them. The daughter they didn’t want was
happy, confident, and successful—while the daughter they wanted now
didn’t want them.
Now,
this is all about faith. The Book of Hebrews says that faith is the
substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. We
just sang about faith being there in the place of the evidence—it’s
even better than that. Faith IS the evidence. When little Jennifer
was born, there was no evidence that she would become a professional
gymnast. But faith could have seen that it didn’t matter. Faith
could have seen that Jennifer could do anything she set her heart
on—even if that was becoming the only professional gymnast in the
world with no legs. The Moceanus didn’t have that faith—but the
Brickers did.
Now,
I’m ready to tie this in with a story we’re all familiar with:
Joseph. Joseph had dreams that his brothers would all bow down to
him, and when he told his brothers about it, they didn’t like it.
Now, faith would have seen this as a sign from God—a sign that
Joseph had been chosen for something very special. But his brothers
didn’t have that faith. His father didn’t even have that faith.
The Mideanites, who purchased him for a paltry twenty pieces of
silver, didn’t have that faith. Potifar, who threw him in prison on
false charges, didn’t have that faith. But Joseph did. All through
those years of struggle and setback, he never gave up his faith. If
God had said he was going to be raised to such prominence that even
his older brothers would bow down before him, then it was going to
happen. He didn’t see any evidence that it was going to happen, but
he didn’t need evidence. Faith was there in the place of evidence.
His faith was his
evidence.
Who
else had faith in Joseph? Well, Pharaoh did. With Joseph just one
good shower and a haircut away from a filthy prison cell, Pharaoh
looked at him with eyes of faith and said, Here, Joseph, take my
ring. Go to my closet and pick out the best clothes. Take my extra
chariot and go do the job that only you can do—don’t let anyone
in the kingdom stop you. When Joseph’s own father didn’t think he
was fit to rule a country, Pharaoh, who had just met him ten minutes
earlier, did. Joseph’s brothers, who scoffed at his dreams, fell
down at his feet and gave him the honor God had told him, all those
years earlier, that he would receive from them. And God did use him
to do great things, just as He had promised when no one else but
Joseph had the faith to believe it.
I
think we all need to be reminded from time to time how important
faith is. I know I need to—this sermon was for me. And the writer
of Hebrews must have thought so to--he devoted an entire chapter to
the subject. You see, we live in a sight-centered world- a world
based on evidence. A world that looks at a baby girl with no legs and
comes to the logical conclusion that there’s no future for her as a
gymnast. A world that can’t see the promises of God, and in its
blindness, not only doesn’t gain the blessings that await them
through faith, but loses out on what God has already given it. Joseph
lived in such a world, but he didn’t have his eyes on what was
around him—his focus was on what awaited him.
Now,
none of us know what is ahead of us in this life. We may experience
success, we may have failure—there will be some of both in
everything we do. But our number one goal is find out what God’s
promise is for us, and to achieve it—never saying ‘I can’t.’
The whole eleventh chapter of Hebrews is devoted to one example after
another of people who didn’t have evidence of God’s promise, but
did have faith. And yet listen to this: These all died in faith, not
having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were
persuaded of them,
and embraced them,
and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
These
all DIED IN FAITH! The ultimate promise of God for each one of them
was eternal life, and even with all the setbacks they faced in life,
they never lost hope of that promise. They knew that even if they
lost their homes, their liberties, even their lives—they would
never lose God’s promise of eternal life. Their faith WAS the
evidence of what was to come.
Many
people in this world won’t believe in what they can’t see—and
scoff at those who do. They don’t have faith in the promises of
God—or in the judgments of God. And there’s a perfect example in
the Bible of what happens to someone who doesn’t believe in the
judgments of God’
1Ki
2:36-46 And the king sent and called for Shimei, and said unto him,
Build thee an house in Jerusalem, and dwell there, and go not forth
thence any whither. For it shall be, that on the day thou goest out,
and passest over the brook Kidron, thou shalt know for certain that
thou shalt surely die: thy blood shall be upon thine own head. And
Shimei said unto the king, The saying is good: as my lord the king
hath said, so will thy servant do. And Shimei dwelt in Jerusalem many
days. And it came to pass at the end of three years, that two of
the servants of Shimei ran away unto Achish son of Maachah king of
Gath. And they told Shimei, saying, Behold, thy servants be in Gath.
And Shimei arose, and saddled his ass, and went to Gath to Achish
to seek his servants: and Shimei went, and brought his servants from
Gath. And it was told Solomon that Shimei had gone from Jerusalem
to Gath, and was come again. And the king sent and called for
Shimei, and said unto him, Did I not make thee to swear by the LORD,
and protested unto thee, saying, Know for a certain, on the day thou
goest out, and walkest abroad any whither, that thou shalt surely
die? and thou saidst unto me, The word that I have heard is good.
Why then hast thou not kept the oath of the LORD, and the commandment
that I have charged thee with? The king said moreover to Shimei,
Thou knowest all the wickedness which thine heart is privy to, that
thou didst to David my father: therefore the LORD shall return thy
wickedness upon thine own head; And king Solomon shall be blessed,
and the throne of David shall be established before the LORD for
ever. So the king commanded Benaiah the son of Jehoiada; which went
out, and fell upon him, that he died. And the kingdom was established
in the hand of Solomon.
Turning
to the New Testament, we see another case of a man unwilling to
really believe the truth about the certainty of punishment. It's in
the parable of the talents:
Mat
25:24
And the one
who received the one talent also coming up, he
said, Lord, I knew you, that you are a hard man, reaping where you
did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter;
Mat
25:25
and being afraid, going away, I hid your talent in the earth.
Behold, you have yours.
Mat
25:26
And answering, his lord said to him, Evil and slothful slave! You
knew that I reap where I did not sow, and I gather where I did not
scatter.
Mat
25:27
Then you ought to have put my silver to the bankers, and coming I
would have received my own with interest.
Mat
25:28
Therefore, take the talent from him and give it
to him who has the ten talents.
You
see my friends, it's vitally important that we have faith in God's
promises, whether they be for good, or for evil. And God has promised
judgment to those who follow a false prophet—or a false prophetess.
So be on the alert for such, and steel yourself against falling for
their wiles. Don't stick around to argue with them—flee for your
lives! John the Apostle is said to have fled naked from a public
bath when he saw there one whom he regarded as an enemy of God—lest
he be so near as to fall under the punishment which as sure to fall.
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