Ecclesiastes 4,5,6; Psalms 18; Ephesians 3
“He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.” (Psalm 18:33-34)
God is not only a blessor and giver. He is a trainer and a coach! Notice the phrase: “He trains my hands for battle.” Sometimes, we want only the former, and when He is a blessor, we are such faithful, worshiping, religiously acting saints. But, do we have the same attitude when it’s time to train, to run laps, to discipline, to improve, to increase strength? He trains my hands for battle — “… so my arms can bend a bow of bronze.” How many times do you think David slung stones at targets in the wilderness? How many hours do you think he studied military strategy? How many hours do you think he spent training to be an elite swordsman? “He makes me feet like hinds’ feet and sets me on high places …”
You think he got there by God’s blessings alone, or maybe with God’s coaching as well?
In David’s day, they had bows of bronze! To be able to shoot that heavy bow without injuring yourself or others around you, you needed some serious training. I have a carbon fiber 60-pound bow. That’s hard enough to pull back! I wonder how many pounds a bronzed one would be to do the same?
As Christians, we want God to be a blessor, but not a trainer. A genie, not a coach; one who defers to me, not one who disciples (or rather, disciplines) me. And, if He doesn’t be my trainer and coach, I’ll never make it to the top of the high places. My hinds’ feet will have blistered because they’re too soft, and I’ll be out of breath by the time I’m halfway there.
Father, thank You for not only being the Giver of all gifts, but also the Trainer in order to receive and steward those gifts — for often, gifts are given in potential form, and they must be converted from potential to real … and that takes training. Train my hands for battle so I will be deserving of victory.