A few nights ago, Delaina and I suffered one of the scariest moments we’ve had in quite some time. If you know us well, you know we’re not sleeping much these days. Our three year old struggles with regular nightmares, and our 8 month old rarely falls asleep without being held. When Delaina or I attempt to lay her down for the night, she often wakes and the process starts over again. Needless to say it’s been months (maybe years) since we’ve slept through the night. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I’m just setting the stage…
On Saturday night, Abby awoke whimpering, crying for Daddy. About the same time, our baby startled awake, hungry. I padded across the hall to snuggle with Abby for a bit, while Delaina picked up and cradled our youngest. I dropped off to sleep next to our toddler, only waking when realizing her mattress and my back didn’t get along. I crossed the hall again and climbed into bed. Delaina jerked awake. She had drifted off while nursing the baby. (How she sleeps in the upright position, I’ll never know.) Anyway, she asked if Abby was okay and then readied to put baby back in her bedside crib.
Suddenly, Delaina panicked.
“Is she breathing? Is she breathing.”
Our baby lay completely limp in her arms. What you must know is that our baby is a very, VERY light sleeper. We had never seen her sleep so soundly.
“Is she okay? Is she breathing?” she said again.
We didn’t shake the baby, because you never shake a baby. Delaina tapped her arm, tickled her toes, and rubbed her leg. We said her name. Nothing. No response. We both stopped our frantic efforts to awaken her. Then, we heard it.
She was just THAT sound asleep. For the first time in her 8 months, her daytime activities tuckered her out. After Delaina, snuggled with baby for a few more seconds saying,
“I love you, I love you, thank you Jesus…”
she situated baby in her crib. We both stared at the ceiling for a while, our hearts racing out of our chests. An adrenaline release in the middle of the night isn’t conducive for restful sleep.
I imagine there are parents reading this that can relate.
In this event, I see a spiritual lesson.
I wonder how often God finds us in a deep spiritual stupor. We call Him Father; we call Jesus our Lord and Savior, yet, when it comes right down to it, we spend more time ignoring His will than serving in His Kingdom.
Remember when Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before His crucifixion? He invited three disciples along. The Bible says this in Luke 22:
When He arrived at the place, He (Jesus) said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into temptation.” And He withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and He knelt down and began to pray.
Jesus prayed for a bit and then checked on His disciples. Each time He returned to His followers, Jesus had to wake them up. He said to His disciples,
“Why are you sleeping? Get up and pray that you may not enter temptation.” (Luke 22:46)
And there’s the problem. Many Christians today spend more time “sleeping” than serving in the Kingdom. Maybe our greatest failure is lack of prayer. Within the past 45 years we’ve seen our Country legalize abortion, strip public prayer from the public school system, legalize gay marriage and encourage men and women to choose the bathroom with which they identify. Are we seeing a crumbling society because believers are napping instead of putting on the whole armor of God? Methinks, yes. Ronald Reagan once said,
“If we ever forget that we’re one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under.”
In our efforts to kowtow to a politically correct society, we’ve neglected to victoriously raise the banner of truth. Heck, we consider it bold to slap on a bumper sticker honoring Christ. Statistics share Christianity is still by far the predominant religion in America, but if so, it’s the quietest majority in history. Obviously our Country’s brimming with drowsy Christians. Let’s not force God to shake us awake!
Church, are you breathing? Are you breathing?
It’s time to wake the sleeping giant.