Bats in the attic

Years ago, when we bought our first house, we looked at a big old Victorian house here in town, that sat on a corner, neighbor to the church bells that rang at noon and 6 pm.  The house was amazing.  Everything about it was just right. In some homes, the red carpet might have looked out of place, but it was perfect with the federal type wallpaper going up the stairs.  Though it was 20+ years ago, I remember that house as though I was there last week.

Several things about that house stick out in my memory more than others.  For example, the kitchen wall that butted up against the dining room was actually a two sided butler’s cabinet.  The silverware drawers slid both directions and the 6 foot doors opened both in the kitchen and in the dining room, allowing a constant flow of dishes and food to pass through.  I’d never seen such a cabinet before, nor have I since.

Something else that sticks out in my memory (other than the red carpet, of course) was the attic.  You see, the house was for sale, because the son had just graduated that previous summer and now headed to college.  The family sold the house, so that they could move where he wanted to go.  That seems kind of strange, considering most families send their kids off to college, without packing up their own home and moving…..but not them.

You see, while he was a sophomore with incredible athletic skills surely in line for an athletic scholarship of some kind, this young man went for a ride in a pick up with another young man and they were hit by a drunk driver.  All the hopes he had of future athletic fame were pinned in the frame of that pickup….for hours.  From that moment on, he never played sports again. He never walked again, either.  The house had been made over to accommodate his wheelchair – right down to the wonderful little hidden handicap bathroom under the stairs.  But it was the attic that captured and to this day holds my attention.

Despite having moved everything else from the home, the attic remained full.  It was as though someone had opened the door and frantically thrown in a past of memories and a future of dreams.  It was as though the mere sight of these things incited a fury that would inflict even further damage – how dare they sit and mock the pain of this family?!!

There were pictures, awards and trophies for hockey, baseball and football…ALL over.  Helmets suitable for a little boy, as well as larger ones, ones the larger boy had likely worn on the very day of the accident, were scattered all about. There were boxes of unused skates and cleats, stacked on boxes full of uniforms.  Piles of worn and used skates sat in repose next to a bagful of tennis balls, their lime green spilling out and catching our eye. There were hockey sticks and footballs thrown into corners, baseball bats were stuck into three old milk cans, rusted with age… or tears, I’m not certain which.

Walking about slowly one saw new skates, new cleats, new base balls and new gloves, some still in boxes, some just in store packaging or bags…waiting. Up until the very moment that the hope of an athletic future was stolen from this family, they were preparing for the very evident call that was upon their boy.  They obviously wanted to do all that they could to make certain that their son was equipped with all that he might need to fulfill that call.

This morning, as I was reading from the Word of God, 2 Peter, I read, “Grace and peace be multiplied to you in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord; seeing that His divine power has granted to us everything pertaining to life and godliness, through the true knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and excellence.”  I found myself thinking of that attic…..

Like that family, our Father has already granted to us – done deal Folks! – everything pertaining to life and godliness.  Not just spiritual needs, but life things, as well.

I wrote the verse out and began to simply mentally chew it a bit – that’s really what meditating means right? – “His divine power has granted to us everything pertaining to life and godliness.” I began to take it apart, piece by piece.  Where does this provision come from ?  His divine power.  Who is it given to?  Us.  What did He give us?  Everything pertaining to life and godliness….EVERYTHING meaning there is not one iota of lack.  Why did He give us this everything?  For us to use for life and godliness.

The “us” brought to mind Ephesians 4:7 “But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift, ” which I already knew was a required measure, in order to fit the vessel being used.  Sounds very personal, very personalIZED, doesn’t it?

As I studied the words and read other verses and prayed, I found myself hearing the verse like this, “Grace and peace be multiplied to you in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord; seeing that His divine power has granted to us – each of us – every SINGLE thing pertaining to OUR life and OUR godliness – perfectly suited for us – through the true knowledge of Him who called us – personally and specifically called us for His pleasure, for His good works here one earth–   by His own glory and excellence.”

Suddenly, I found myself near tears – not for the young man of 2o some years ago, but for generations and generations and generations of other men (and women) – who have been kept from fulfilling their call!  Not because of an accident perhaps, but due to an omission somewhere in their life, they never knew what Father had personally and specifically called them to do.  Because no one helped them discern what part of the plan they were to carry for their Father God, these people had work that Father intended them to do, that never got done.  I do not believe this applies only to generations that lie behind…but I despair perhaps even those who are yet to come.

Do they, like Sean, have an attic full of things that the Lord intended them to use to fulfill their call – the call that Father Himself placed upon their lives before the foundation of the world – that were never used and are now just sitting there, collecting dust? Do I? Does anyone in my household?  May it never be!

3 Responses to “Bats in the attic”
  1. Stevie says:

    Dawn, what an important and poignantly written post! Perhaps in our case, while we are yet alive here, the Master would allow us to drag out the unused equipment and use it before it’s too late.

    Some of us are just discovering that He HAS equipped us for every good work He’s called us to. How wonderful to be reminded like this of His equipping power! He is faithful to “finish what He has started” in us and “No eye has seen, no ear has heard and no one’s heart has imagined all the things God has prepared for those who love Him. It is to us, however, that God has revelead these things…through the Spirit.” I Cor 2:9, 10

  2. linda says:

    thank you so much for what you have shared … so full and … great to know that our >Lord has everything we need, we only have to take it to taste it …. may God bless you abundantly

  3. javadawn says:

    Stevie, thank you, my friend! I do not believe it is a matter of the Master “allowing” us to drag it out – I believe that He is eagerly WAITING for us to do so! I am so very, very, very aware mindful of the hour and the number of things that He is desirous of seeing done. My heart aches to beat in synchronization with His, sharing His every passion and cause!

    Linda, why thank you! I also receive your gracious blessing – and return it to you, pressed down, shaken together and running over….. 🙂

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