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By Ashlie Miller

If you listen closely, you will likely hear something beckoning you outdoors after a long, cold winter (for us anyway). It may be birds chirping a song, anticipating their fellow fowl friends returning from migration. Perhaps the whispers of daffodils are summoning you to the dirt, spade and seeds in hand. Or, in the case of some of my children, it may be a call to an adventure in the woods to “Big Rock.” 

It may not be an original name, but many of us had our own trips to “Big Rock” as children. It had been some time since my last trip, but when my youngest lost something special to him, I knew it was time to venture back. One morning before church, I promised him I would look for his lost treasure – an owl-shaped pendant souvenir from a trip to the zoo perfectly camouflaged for leaf-hiding. I allowed him and his big sister to lead the way. They took me through their path to reach the mountainous boulder – over banks of rocks, through the outer rims of neighbor’s yards (sorry, neighbors!), and up an imposing bank of more rocks covered in ivy. Don’t worry; we did not trek up the ivy-covered stones. Instead, we walked across a rotting beam nestled by a storage building. OOF!

After overcoming my initial embarrassment of minor trespassing and gingerly walking over dangerous terrain, I reassessed our path. After scouring the leafy forest debris for the little owl – which I did find – I suggested a new route to and from the boulder. It was easier to navigate, had less danger potential, and was more beautiful to hike through.

I later thought about how that was a good metaphor for the Christian life:  the grief to be spared if we had counsel from others who had trekked similar paths. Who could benefit from the wisdom of our own experience, both successes and failures? What encouragement could we give or need through shared experiences? It is very against the grain: appearing vulnerable as if needing input or offering helpful advice. Many want to ride out their Christian journey on their own merit and discoveries. While the idea of discipleship is not new, many push back on the idea as though it were condescending. I’m not the first nor the last Christian told they did not need to be discipled by anyone. 

Why am I so resistant to letting others share the journey with me? Do I want to hide the struggles that others could help me overcome or at least pray through? Could they have known something similar to what I am facing? Are those things in my past that I have overcome not worth sharing with others to speak life into the darkness of their lives?

The journey brings much joy and plenty of rough hills we must climb. However, there are many obstacles we do not have to run into and can avoid if we know they are ahead of us and encouragement to receive in the unavoidable.

How are you helping someone new to the journey of faith in Jesus or simply immature after years of following Christ? If you are new to Jesus, how are you allowing yourself to be discipled by an experienced believer?

Ashlie Miller writes from many adventures in her backyard of Concord. You may connect at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.

By Ashlie Miller

In Pollyanna, the bright, cheery main character plays the “glad game,” where she considers joy and gratitude in the face of disappointment. In one instance, she recalls when her missionary parents received a barrel of gifts (like a care package). Her hopes of receiving a doll are dashed when she finds a pair of crutches instead. Though she does not need or want them, she is content that she has no need or use of them.

Today’s popular philosophy in our individual belief systems is that they should stay personal. “It’s okay for you to think that way, but I don’t need or want those beliefs.” Christianity, especially, is often remarked as something for the weak, a crutch, if you will. Many view their life as fulfilling and accomplished enough to get along well without the crutch of Christianity. 

What does a Christian say to that? “Yes, you are right. I am weak and need supernatural support.” More importantly, what does the Bible say about those who are lame, weak, and halting around in life? Micah, a minor prophet in the Bible, writes the Lord’s own declaration of what He will do in the Day of the Lord – a day of judgment. He declares, “And the lame I will make the remnant, and those who were cast off, a strong nation” (4:7). 

Strength and autonomy are the virtues of the day. “I can do it myself and should do it all myself.” Many exasperated mothers believe they should have it all and do it all on their own, never leaning into a community of family, friends, or church. Many young women, falsely perceiving the burden of children getting in the way of their path, resort to drastic, life-altering decisions accompanied by unforeseen guilt rather than true freedom. 

Young adults insist on having all their ducks in a row, being financially stable, and well into a career before considering relationships that could lead to a family. Others are overwhelmed by the pressures of how they see the world operating and resort to drugs, self-harm, life on a blue-lit screen, inauthentic relationships, and chatGPT to answer their questions and problems in life. No one is truly making it on their own strength and self-autonomy, which are poor legs to walk through life. Instead of making a relationship with Christ the one they lean into, other substitutes (crutches) inevitably find their way into their lives. 

But notice again from Micah 4 that God is always working and is sovereign over all people, holding each of them accountable to the same standard. Yet, it is the lame and the cast off whom He will make into a remnant to be restored. The bad news is that a day of judgment will come. The good news is that God will one day gather those of us who recognize our weakness and that He is the sole (and soul) strength. He will bring restoration and a future free from eternal judgment, separation, and despair.

Later in the story, Pollyanna depends on assistance in walking due to a terrible fall. That is the case for many of us, too, but not all will be humble enough to acknowledge and submit to that dependence. Who or what are you leaning into?

Ashlie Miller lives in Concord, NC. You can connect with her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.