“Well, what do you have to say to this fine mess?” he mocks.
If our wounded confusion is on one side of this grand word, what is on the other? We stand unmoved on nevertheless.
The weight of our apparently unrewarded labors so oppressive in their density is on one side of this word. On the other rests an unchanging and unchangeable biblical truth.
Nothing Will Be Lost
In 2 Timothy 1:12, Paul gives us a two-part anthem to follow his nevertheless. Either part is, by itself, wonderful; but together they are magnificent:
“I know whom I have believed,” Paul says. In the midst of trial by fire, who God is remains the greater, infinitely greater truth than what is happening.
Plant your faith in the miracles of God, and you are ripe for satanic attack. Anchor your soul in the God of miracles, and circumstances can never dislodge your hope.
Whom you have believed may someday be all you have to cling to. The thing is, it will be enough.
“And am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day.” Your life, faith and labors of love on Christ’s behalf are not lost under the clutter of papers on God’s disheveled desk. Regardless of what you may think just now, what you may actually hear Satan screaming in your ear, God keeps, carefully and lovingly, all that is committed into His hands.
Nothing is lost. Nothing is even temporarily mislaid. On that day, at that lovely dawn of clear bright truth, it will be right there where you put it, in His hands.
This part of the passage might well be translated top side down to read, “I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which He has committed unto me against that day.”
Read that way it brings sweet assurance that God will not put any burden or any calling, responsibility or ministry in my hands that He will not keep in His. The ultimate responsibility for the outcome is not mine—but His. My responsibility is to intentionally place back in His hands all that He puts in mine.
This is not just for the dying missionary, but for all who have felt unappreciated. The mom whose daily sacrifices are so carelessly trod upon by those for whom she labors. The steady-Freddy—the lusterless, unimaginative husband and father who pays the mortgage, hits the backyard grounders and attends the PTA.
It’s true for the retired executive who wonders if his former employees remember or appreciate his efforts to keep them all on the payroll through three recessions. It’s true for the inner-city teacher who watches her dedicated creativity oozing its lifeblood on the floor of a dirty, gray classroom full of sneakered barbarians who care nothing about her heroic efforts to ignite some spark of life in them.
In the jeering din of demonic accusations of wastage, we can whisper the one great word that puts the enemy to flight and lights the corners of the room for all the unappreciated: “Nevertheless.”
I know who my God is, and I am eternally convinced He will not let anything go unseen or unrewarded. When Satan tenderly drapes the dreary, but oh, so delicious afghan of self-pity around our slumping shoulders and begins to whisper, we need not let him even finish his sentence.
“What about all the … ?”
Nevertheless.
“Who will repay all the … ?”
Nevertheless.
“Look, they all forgot your … “
Nevertheless.
Mark Rutland is the former president of Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Okla., and the founder and president of Global Servants, an international missions ministry that provides training and support to national pastors and leaders. He is the author of Nevertheless, from which this article is adapted.
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