Priscilla's Friends
Lilies in Hard Ground

But Hezekiah was too proud to show gratitude for what the Lord had done for
him, and Judah and Jerusalem suffered for it.

    Give thanks to him, bless his name! For the Lord is good.

    Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs with thankfulness in your
hearts to God.  And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the
name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

    The evil you planned to do me has by God's design been turned to good,
that he might bring about, as indeed he has, the deliverance of a numerous

    Have no anxiety about anything, but in everything by prayer and
supplication with thanksgiving let your re quests be made known to God.

    My brothers, consider yourselves fortunate when all kinds of trials come
your way, for you know that when your faith succeeds in facing such trials,
the result is the ability to endure.

    Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks in all circumstances; for
this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Do not be worried and upset; do not be afraid.

    I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may
be complete.

    And they returned to Jerusalem with great joy, and were continually in
the temple blessing God.

    But about midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God,
and the prisoners were listening to them.

    For you had compassion on the prisoners, and you joyfully accepted the
plundering of your property, since you knew that you yourselves had a better
possession and an abiding one.

(2 Chronicles 32: 25, GNB; Psalm 100: 4-5, RSV; Colossians 3: 16-17, RSV;
Genesis 50: 20, JB; Philippians 4: 6, RSV; James 1: 2, GNB; 1 Thessalonians
5: 16-18, RSV; John 14: 27, GNB; John 15: 11, GNB; Luke 24: 52-53, RSV; Acts
16: 25, RSV; Hebrews 10: RSV)


I was amazed to see how many references there are in the Bible to the word
'praise'. Together with accompanying words like 'bless', 'exalt', 'thank',
'glorify', 'honour', 'magnify' and 'extol', there are over five hundred
verses, the majority of which are encouraging us to praise our God.  The
sheer magnitude of the messages should be overpowering, but I knew my own
gratitude to God fell sadly short.  The high peaks of my life, yes, they
were Spirit-drenched, I knew, but the valleys and the plains? These
'Godless' cloud-heavy plains weren't anything to be grateful about, were
they? My mind traced down from the peaks of my life to the specific valleys
joining them. I peered through the fog with the eye of faith. They were a
unified whole of opposites and contrasts, all revealing the mighty touch of
God to the eye of faith, no matter what my senses felt about it.

    So where was my gratitude? My life held fulfilment, growth and much joy.
Even my senses told me I was mostly very happy with it. But my gratitude to
God for it, even the peaks, seemed to have become mislaid, diverted, related
in some way to my satisfaction with myself and my life.  A suspicion lurked
just below the edge of my consciousness, but gradually I drew it out. I had
been siphoning off, for myself, the gratitude that should have been given to
God. Failing to acknowledge the source of those strengths within me -- the
abilities, the care, the thoughts that came, was indeed folly beyond folly.
By failing to point out to others the source of my strength, inspiration and
love, I had been, maybe, en couraging them to admire the flowerpot instead
of the
flower within. And they suffered because of it, unable to see that the
strength within me was just as available to them also. The fragrance of
humble, unselfish trust hadn't been getting to me, through me, to those God
wanted to bless. So, praise on the plains and in the valleys, as well as on
the peaks, is the outward expression of inner trust that keeps our eyes on
the Father.


Oh wind! Blow upon my garden,
let its fragrance be wafted abroad.
You are a tree 'neath the breath of God,
well-watered, and firm beneath the sod.
Strong and healthy your spirit grows,
each one different, in highs and lows:
each one different, but in the plan
I've planted you in my garden of man.

The breath of my Spirit blows around you each day,
strongly or still, but come what may you've only to bend,
and joyfully sway.
Bend your proud back and happily nod,
as my Spirit brings over you rain, sun or cloud.
The way to survive is to bend, not to break,
to go with my wind and allow it to shake
you loose from your pride, and your other endeavours
by which you had thought to weather all weathers,
right all wrongs, and bring people to me;
mend broken hearts, save the drowning at sea.

A truly proud streak, and I love your straight back,
your stretching ambitions, but see where you lack?
I alone can do my work, but through vessels sound.
The way to help me, is only found
in flexible trust of all that I bring,
with praise in your heart that helps you to sing.

As you bend and sway 'neath my Spirit this day,
I am making you into a wonderful way
by which others may shelter, gather food and find peace.

You're my inspiration of fragrant increase.
I love your deep yearnings to do things for me,
but all I want is for you to be
a thing of beauty right where you belong,
breathing my air and growing strong.

Trust me to make of you all you could dream,
because you and I are a part of a team.
I do the work as you thankfully see
that the rain, cold and clouds are as useful to thee
as the summer and sunshine, the heat and the bees;
all help you to grow to be one of my trees.

Don't take any credit for your beauty of leaf,
but give it to me, your climate and chief.
Be thankful and grateful, and glorify me.
Let others be glad to encounter a tree.

Bronwyn Pryor

It was that night in the quiet of my [cell] that I made the total surrender,
completing what had begun... eighteen long months before: 'Lord, if this is
what it is all about,' I said, 'then I thank you. I praise you for leaving
me in prison, for letting them take away my licence to practise law, yes --
even for my son being arrested. I praise you for giving me your love through
these four men, for being God, for just letting me walk with Jesus!

    With those words came the greatest joy of all -- the final release,
turning it all over to God as my brother Harold had told me to do.  And in
the hours that fol lowed I discovered more strength than I'd ever known
before. This was the real mountaintop experience. Above and around me the
world was filled with joy and love and beauty.  For the first time, I felt
truly free, even as the fortunes of my life seemed at their lowest ebb.
[Fortyeight hours later... an order was being prepared to release Charles
Colson from prison immediately...] Jack said, 'I kind of knew [the Lord]
would set you free today.' 'Thank you, brother,' I said, but he did it two
nights ago.'

Charles Colson, Born Again

That is why we must not be surprised if we are in for a rough time.  When a
man turns to Christ and seems to be getting on pretty well (in the sense
that some of his bad habits are now corrected), he often feels that it would
now be natural if things went fairly smoothly.  When troubles come along --
illnesses, money troubles, new kinds of temptations -- he is disappointed.
These things, he feels, might have been necessary to rouse him and make him
repent in his bad old days; but why now? Because God is forcing him on, or
up, to a higher level: putting him into situations where he will have to be
very much braver, or more patient, or more loving, than he ever dreamed of
being before. It seems to us all unnecessary: but that is because we have
not yet had the slightest notion of the tremendous thing he means to make of

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

'Your formula works, Marion.' 'What formula?' 'The restoration formula from
your book, "The Nevertheless Principle"'... Oh, yes! Yes, it did work. I
could remember the formula almost word for word.  When I was slowly watching
my husband die from a brain tumor, I carefully examined my restoration
formula: 'No matter what is taken away from you, if you keep your eyes on
Jesus and praise him, he will restore it to you. You will be joyful to the
exact same degree you have hurt. What you have lost will be replaced... joy
for mourning... beauty for ashes...' God, I don't see how it could work
now... But I won't limit you, so I'm going to remember this moment for the
rest of my life.  And if and when you restore the years that the locusts
have eaten, I will tell people about it and write about it.

Marion Bond West, Marion's Marriage

Many of the 'praise' perspectives of the more successful churches seem to
mask an inability to develop a theology of suffering and an unwillingness to
embrace the cross of Christ and its consequences.  Western
culture-Christianity views success, good feelings, comfort, material
excellence, health and overall joyous prosperity as the mark of God's
approval, and therefore the mark of God's friendship and presence. If things
go well, we feel close to the Lord. If successive failure or disaster
accompanies our efforts, we wonder what rebuking word God has for us. He
seems so far away... It is a far cry from biblical reality.

John Smith, 'Praise or Pain?'

Roll the burden of cares of thy life's way upon the Lord. Cause it to go,
the Hebrew says; a push will do it. Cast thy care, hurl it -- so the word is
there.  Hurl it with a forceful act of will: it is not enough to think of
doing it. Do it... The burden has not come of itself. It is a gift, a trust.
If we deal with it as we are told we may, we shall find rest unto our

    These words touch more than illness of the body.  If only we allow them
to sink deep into our being, if only we refuse forbidding feelings and
believe that even to us this grace is given, we shall indeed find rest. In
that rest we shall climb. The unrestful cannot climb. They are too busy
adjusting and readjusting their burdens to have breath or strength to spare
for such ascents... The joy of the Lord is your strength. The saints are
full of it, even when cast down and oppressed by circumstances. Love and joy
breathed from them, and everybody felt they had a blessed secret to
impart...  'Joy is not gush: joy is not jolliness. Joy is simply perfect
acquiescence in God's will, because the soul delights itself in God
himself... rejoice in the will of God, and in nothing else. Bow down your
heads and your hearts before God, and let the will, the blessed will of God,
be done.'

Amy Carmichael, Gold by Moonlight

Paul said: 'But if we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation;
or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort'... Paul saw the ultimate
secret of Being -- the truth that because of who we are in Christ we can be
totally content, irrespective of outer circumstances... All the things of
the world, whether we call them good or bad, merely serve as vehicles of
God's grace and truth. These vehicles are wearing out, as God has promised
they would, so we should not be too concerned about their good and evil
appearances.   What is important is that they get us to God's Life, not in
the hereafter, but in each moment of our daily lives.

Bill Volkman, The Wink of Faith

When Christmas came, both of us felt sadness about being locked up,
separated from our families.

Late Christmas Eve, Willie shared the doubts he had gathered in his heart. .
.  'I don't understand how God could allow this to happen.' 'Big Willie, I
know your thoughts, I'm depressed too. But... Paul was in a dungeon with his
ankles in stocks. He couldn't walk around as you and I can in this cell...
We have much for which to be thankful... We don't have anything materially,
but we have the greatest possession on the face of the earth -- Jesus
Christ. And one day we're going to be joint heirs with him!'... 'We are
lucky, aren't we?' he said. Like the Apostle Paul we prayed and praised God
with our voices while tears washed our faces.  It was a very special time as
the depression gave way to joy.

Harold Morris, Twice Pardoned

As Kathy grew increasingly discontented with herself, I prayed for God to
show us a way to keep her from the negative thoughts that seemed to be
growing inside her. One day she was doing what we call 'counting the
empties' -- talking about the things she could not do, rather than
emphasising those things that she could do. I stopped her right on the spot,
and we bowed our heads and prayed for God to teach us how to maintain a
better attitude, to show us an alternative... I felt, as I prayed, that God
wanted us to set a goal, something specific to work towards, which would
keep our minds on 'can do' rather than 'can't do'.  So I asked Kathy, 'What
single thing would you like to be able to do again that you could do before
the accident?' Kathy answered... 'run'.

Barbara Miller, Kathy

During the time of prayers for healing I encourage people to 'dial down',
that is, to relax and resist becoming emotionally worked up.  Stirred up
emotions rarely aid the healing process, and usually impede learning about
how to pray for the sick. So I try to create an atmosphere that is clinical
and rational while at the same time it is powerful and spiritually

    When we are out in the marketplace we cannot worship aloud;
nevertheless, God hears praise and thanksgiving in our hearts and sends his
Spirit. Back in 1982 a friend... wrote me a note in which he described his
experience of the relationship between worship and effective healing
prayer... 'It's happening, John! Six out of the seven things I've prayed for
in the past five days for my family in the way of healing have occurred
within two minutes!... I now realise what my mistake was: by just jumping in
and praying for healing without worshipping God first, I was actually taking
him for granted.'

John Wimber, Power Healing

'I am learning never to be disappointed, but to praise,' Arnot of Central
Africa wrote in his journal long ago... I think it must hurt the tender love
of our Father when we press for reasons for his dealings with us, as though
he were not Love, as though not he but another chose our inheritance for us,
and as though what he chose to allow could be less than the very best and
dearest that Love Eternal had to give... But I do not find that this
position, that of unbroken peacefulness and inward song, is one which we can
hope to hold unassailed.  It is no soft arrangement of pillows, no
easy-chair.  It is a fort in an enemy's country, and the foe is wise in
assault and espe cially in surprise. And yet there can be nothing to fear,
for it is not a place that we must keep, but a stronghold in which we are
kept, if only, in the moment we are conscious of attack, we look... unto...

Amy Carmichael, Rose from Brier

Suffering is all too real at the level of our senses.  Our emotional
responses to all human suffering -- be it our pain, loss, separation or
limitation -- are valid, and need not be suppressed.  These responses are
God's way to remind us that we are earthen vessels with his treasure in our
inner being. At that inner level we can rejoice in faith, even though we are
hurting and crying on the outside. But as we operate at this faith level, we
recognise the outer appearances as illusion, for they have no effect on our
true inner selves in union with Christ...

    God turned the adversity and evil of the next five years into adventure
and good for our entire family.  The nightmare of rebellion which manifested
itself in [our son] Scott's life in riotous living, drugs, run-ins with the
police and verbal abuse of the family seemed like it would never end. But we
ultimately saw that the low road Scott had chosen was a major part of God's
redemptive plan for opening the eyes of the whole family to true reality...
his rebellion was no more of a tragedy than Christ's crucifixion -- both
were wonderful blessings in disguise . . . the resulting revelations of
truth were well worth the temporary pain.

Bill Bolkman, The Wink of Faith


Father, sometimes I know you're so close and it is easy to praise you for
the evidence that you are working within me and through me.  Thank you. I
know I'm in your will.  And often I am amazed at the evidence of your work
in the lives of those around me, for whom I pray. I bask in the sunshine of
your blessings. My growth is easy and natural, centred in you.  I praise you
and thank you for doing this within me.

    But now life is a struggle again, and there seem so many burdens to
weigh me down. My heart is sore. I am tired. I don't know which way to turn
first. Yet I praise you, my Lord, for the experiences of these past days.  I
trust that they are all part of your plan to use me to bless others. I trust
you, Lord, that they are necessary -- in fact, vital -- for your purpose to
be accomplished within me and through me.  I give you the problems, the
temptations, the festering hurts.  I lift them up and throw them down at
your feet. My hands are free, free to bless you.  In my imagination, I lift
them high in joy and wonder and praise, for I would become a praise-filled
person,trusting you to use even these overcast days for your glory. All is
well. I am yours.  The sunshine of your love still lies behind the clouds.
And your care for me is beyond my wildest imaginations. I bless you, my God.


A Benediction

Enter the day ahead with joy, determined to be available for Jesus to live
his life through you. Relax to its hardships working on you, trusting God to
mould you and carry you through them. The climb can be tough, but take each
event as from the hand of God and praise him, leaving the results in his
hands. Then watch for the signs of the lilies in the hard ground.


Rowland Croucher ed., High Mountains Deep Valleys, (Albatross/Lion)
Chapter 28.

rowland @ johnmarkministries . org
Email Jan and Rowland