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When You Really Want to Quit

Trust in God during life's disappointments, and never, never give up.

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We all struggle with the reality that sometimes bad things happen to good people. Adding to our inner turmoil is the reality that sometimes good things happen to bad people. Using Psalm 73 as his principle text, W. Frank Harrington offers a new perspective on such troubling matters. As you read, notice how Harrington interjects classic poetry with biblical poetry, pop cultural references with theological concepts, and stories alongside the chief story of salvation. It's a subtle way to address questions that haunt the hearts of believers and nonbelievers alike.


In the play A Man for All Seasons, Sir Thomas More's daughter, Meg, is bitter. Like the psalmist, she does not and can not understand why good people suffer. Good men like her father ought to be honored, not put in prison and scorned. Her father speaks to her about it:

If we lived in a state where virtue was profitable, common sense would make us good, and greed would make us saintly. … But since in fact we see that avarice, anger, envy, pride, sloth, and stupidity commonly profit far beyond humility, chastity, fortitude, justice, and thought, and have to choose to be human at all … why then, perhaps we must just stand fast a little.

Sooner or later, all of us come to that intersection of contradiction in the journey that is called life. The good seem to suffer; the wicked seem to prosper. The reality is, as Scott Peck put it in The Road Less Traveled: "Life is hard." All of life's music is not in perfect harmony. What starts out to be a symphony becomes a cacophony, and discordant notes often dominate the score.

People may get married with joy, but many do not live happily ever after. The fairy tales of our childhood have misled us. When the unexplainable descends upon us, we wonder what on earth God is doing. Where is God when we are hurting so? There is an ambiguity to life created by chaos, and we seek answers from flawed sources.

The writer of Psalm 73 experienced all of that and more. He had seen enough of life to be bewildered and bitter. Feeling abandoned, alone, and in despair from cruel circumstance, he began to ask the crucial questions: Does God realize what's going on down here? Does God know? Surely, if he knew, he would do something. Have I been wasting my time? Why do I take the trouble to be pure? Perhaps God doesn't care. Have I kept the faith in vain? What's the use if it does not matter?

We don't know all that had happened to the psalmist, but we know that he simply could not understand the prosperity and good fortune of the wicked and the hardships being experienced by the righteous. It didn't fit his scheme of things. Goodness and good fortune should go together; wickedness and suffering should operate together. If not, the psalmist concluded, then keeping the faith was a sheer waste of time.

Some years ago, Kris Kristofferson made a hit record with a song called "Why Me?" The lyrics began, "Why me, Lord? What have I ever done to deserve even one of the pleasures I have known?" The psalmist sang a different tune. His concern was the absence of blessings.

Let's seek to answer one of life's basic challenges: How do I keep going when I really want to quit? Some insights from Psalm 73 will help us as we struggle to meet that challenge. Let's build our thoughts around two words: problem and perspective.

The problem is that the wicked prosper, while the good suffer.

The problem is as old as history. The wicked prosper; the good suffer. We experience what the psalmist experienced. He was bitter. He didn't like it; it festered in him.

I saw a Peanuts cartoon with Lucy saying to Charlie Brown, "I hate everything. I hate everybody. I hate the whole wide world!"

Charlie says, "But I thought you had inner peace."

Lucy replies, "I do have inner peace. But I still have outer obnoxiousness."

As we strive for inner serenity, things about us and beyond us leave us bitter.

Arthur Schlesinger Jr. says, "Disappointment is the universal, modern malady."

Life seems to break its promises. Many come to the place where they're unwilling to trust life and are suspicious about trusting God. Reinhold Niebuhr declared that under our modern smiles run deep rivers of cynicism and despair. Bertrand Russell advised people to build their lives on a "foundation of unshakable despair."

Anyone can view life through the lens of despair—even preachers. Life can grind us down as we try to help people all day long every day. We start out with great hopes, and disease cuts us down. We marry with joy, and it ends in bitterness. We launch a career with great promise, and instead of rising to the pinnacle, we land in the pits. Again and again, life seems to make promises it does not keep.

Author Stephen Crane wrote in his poem "The Man":

A man said to the universe,
Sir, I exist!
However, replied the universe,
The fact has not created in me
a sense of obligation.

In other words, whoever is out there—the Maker and Creator of it all—is not interested and does not care. Life can bring you to that point.

We can begin to look at answers that are flawed. That's what the psalmist did. If God does not care, and if goodness and purity have no reward, why bother? If the wicked prosper, why bother with purity and faith? The fat cats have everything their hearts could wish for. The conclusion is simply this: Get all that you can and get it now, for this world is all you're going to get.

Rolling Stone magazine interviewed Woody Allen. Among other things, Woody said, "Someone asked me if my dream was to live on in the hearts of people. I said I would prefer to live on in my apartment. You drop dead one day, and it means less than nothing if billions of people are singing your praises every day all day long." He was saying, Get it all before the curtain falls, because that's all there is. It is a flawed answer that results in a flawed approach to life. The Christian's view of life says we are living now, and we are living forever.

Leslie Weatherhead, one of the great preachers in London during World War II, told how his church was constantly on the move, because, on more than 20 occasions, the building where they met had been bombed to utter smoking ruin and rubble. During the strain of the London Blitz, he had a nervous breakdown. A quote from the English poet Robert Browning helped him out of the depression into which he had descended:

If I stoop into a dark tremendous sea of cloud
it is but for a time.
I hold God's lamp close to my breast
its splendor soon or late will pierce the gloom.
I shall emerge one day.

All of God's people must come to the same conclusion—the sooner, the better. We all struggle with life's chaos: fires, earthquakes, calamities, promises not kept, and people who let us down. But we must, as did the psalmist, hold on and emerge from our despair and bitterness.

New perspective comes through drawing near to God.

So I come to the second word: perspective. You feel it as you read Psalm 73. The writer realizes he has lost his perspective. The psalmist realizes that, in looking at the problems and inequities, he will suffer a total loss of faith.

What did he do? You're not going to believe it. He went to church. That's right! That's the potential I have every Sunday when I stand to preach. Someone whose heart is breaking, who has decided that all else has failed him or her, has come to church to get a better perspective. The psalmist did that. He took his chances with those who were lifting mind and heart to God in dedication and prayer rather than cast his lot with the wicked, who were prospering and living as if there were no tomorrow. Listen to what he says: "It is good to be near God."

The secret of life is not what we have, but whose we are. That determines what we become. It is not in what we possess materially, but what we have inwardly. Our strength is not found in our anger about life breaking its promises, but in our nearness to God, who is stronger than our pain and a light for any darkness. Paul talked about the thorn in his flesh. But he said he could do all things through Christ who gave him inward power.

So the psalmist sought a change of perspective. He went to church. He decided to draw near to God.

In church, three things happen to us. First, the psalmist saw clearly that the present is not permanent. One day he went into God's sanctuary to meditate, and he thought about the future of all these evil men: What a slippery path they're on. You know that oft-quoted saying "This too shall pass"—things are constantly changing. Life is a slippery path, and what looks like success may be a failure. The present may not be permanent.

I frequently go to London. When I get to London, I feel a real kinship. When I go, I always worship at least once in St. Paul's Cathedral. The last time I was there, I noticed a picture taken during the Blitz. It hung in the nave. The dark smoke of bombs filled most of the picture. Right at the center of the picture a shaft of sunlight pierced the smoke and illumined the dome of the cathedral. There's a tremendous parable there. It says: Hold on. Hold on. The present is not permanent.

As Robert Louis Stevenson said, we can win "through till nightfall." As the psalmist worshiped, he came to see things in a better perspective.

The second thing the psalmist saw in worship is that the promises of God are adequate. Out of the bitterness that had engulfed him, he said: You love me. You are holding my right hand. You will keep on guiding me all my life. Because we cannot know the future, we live, as Robert Burns said, in "Guess and Fear." We need to have some certainty, some things that we can trust, someone who will stand for us and with us. All of that is hard to come by in a world like ours, filled as it is with uncertainty, where loyalty is in short supply and people are having a hard time making commitments. So we must come to some of the conclusions that the psalmist came: "Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you."

So much of what we encounter in the welter of every day is not worthy of our trust. We say, as if they were proven reality, that we can trust some things. You have your list; I have mine. Here are some of them:

"Laugh and the world laughs with you; cry and you cry alone." That's not true. Crying will draw a bigger crowd any day than laughter.

"Every day and every way the world is getting better and better." Your TV must have gone out of operation. You haven't watched the evening news of late. It's not true.

"There's light at the end of every tunnel." Don't you count on it. There may be darkness back there at the end of that tunnel. The light you see, in fact, may be an onrushing train.

Here is my least favorite: "Things are never as bad as they seem." Dream on, friends. Things are often worse than they seem! Dreaming will not alter that reality.

I'm not a pessimist; I am a realist. I can tell you that many of the things we are trusting will not stand, and they are not worthy of our trust. Only God, who is sovereign and loving, can be trusted. We must learn to be willing to trust him even when we cannot penetrate the darkness around us or the hurt within us. You hurl back into my face the demand for some proof, some objective data on which to place such blind trust. Friends, we trust things every day that we cannot see.

This morning I woke up, wiped the sleep from my eyes, and put my feet on the floor. Scientists tell us that's not a floor, just a whirling mass of atoms. And this whirling mass of atoms is flying around the world, and the world is spinning. If you think about all that, you'd get under the bed. What did I do? I got up and put my feet on the floor trusting that it would stand. We do that every day.

I pushed a switch on the wall, and the lights came on. How did that happen? I don't know. I have no mechanical aptitude. But I'm not going to blunder around in the dark because I don't understand. I trusted, and the light came on. Then I made my way to the door to pick up the newspaper. I launch myself into a whirling mass of atoms in a world that is spinning through space. Do I understand it? No. But I trust it because I believe in the God who made it and who is sovereign. I believe we live in a dependable, predictable world because it was made and sustained by a dependable God—a God who has shown and is showing that he will continue to reveal his love to you and me.

You get a better perspective on things when you go to worship. The psalmist learned that the present is not permanent. You can have faith that the promises of God are adequate.

The psalmist did something else. He made a personal decision to trust in God. To me, the words of our text say it all: "It is good to be near God." It's a personal decision. If there is a great distance between you and God, it's not God's doing. What others do about God is not your affair. We ought to bear our witness, of course. But all of us have a choice to make and keep. It's a personal decision.

C. S. Lewis said, "Look for yourself and you will find in the long run hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find him, and with him everything else thrown in."

We must trust in God and never give up.

The psalmist knew that life is what happens to you while you're making other plans. The sunlight of happiness can turn in a flash to the darkness of despair. Something we counted on is denied us. Around us are those utterly uninterested in goodness and truth who seem to prosper. It is the stuff of bitterness and despair.

A good woman, a wonderful mother, is abandoned by an unfaithful husband. A useful man is cut down by a dreaded disease, while a local pimp cruises the city in a stretch limousine, in the pink of health. We are angry and bewildered. We try to gain some perspective on it. We don't fully understand. What shall we do?

And here is the essence of this sermon in a sentence: Trust in God. Trust in God and never, never give up.

Follow with me a 90-year-old man bent with the weight of his years; he's slow of step, with stooped and rounded shoulders. It is early morning, and he's in his home. We note that he sits down and picks up a cello. The man and the instrument merge. He plays for four or five hours. When he plays, the years seem to fall off this special man, who's 90 years old and still practicing.

Why on earth would Pablo Casals, at age 90, continue to practice? Somebody asked him, and he said, "I practice because I have the impression I'm making a little progress." That's what I'm talking about. Don't give up. Keep on keeping on. The way of the righteous is the only way to live. We will never get it perfect in this world, but keep on keeping on.

Let me tell you about Maxey Dean Filer, a man from Compton, California. He believed he was born to be a lawyer. He took the bar exam in California 47 times and failed it every time. Thirty-seven years of failing left him feeling pretty low. But he took it the 48th time and passed it. He didn't give up.

Never give up. Trust in God. If your session or your board of deacons shields your dream—I call them the Smothers Brothers—don't give up. Don't give up. Don't give up.

I had cancer. Cancer does things to you. You become self-absorbed. A dark shadow falls across your path. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I had surgery and was taking radiation therapy. When I got up, my wife said, "Where do you think you're going?" I said, "I'm going to my office. I may die early, but I'm not going to die bored."

Christians behind the Iron Curtain in Ukraine and Serbia recently celebrated their Christmas. I was touched when I read a little article about Christmas Day in Sarejevo. The awful warfare was all around them, despite promise after promise of a cease-fire. The airport was closed. More than a dozen civilians had already been killed when the article was written. Shelling the residential sections of the city, the Serbian army, just to break morale, caused havoc on Christmas Day.

One reporter was downtown when the horrid sounds of indiscriminate shelling died down. He said, "I suddenly was arrested because from several directions, from several churches, I heard people singing Christmas carols."

Friends, that's the spirit it's going to take in the future for Christianity in this nation. Trust in God and don't quit.


William Cowper lived a sad and tragic life. He often suffered from what his biographers have called "seasons of madness." But he was sustained by an unfaltering trust, and he wrote about it:

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Don't quit. Don't quit. Thanks be to God.

To see an outline of Harrington's sermon, click here.

For your reflection:

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W. Frank Harrington pastored Peachtree Presbyterian Church in Atlanta, Georgia, and wrote several books, including First Comes Faith: Proclaiming the Gospel in the Church (Louisville, KY: Geneva Press, 1998).

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I. The problem is that the wicked prosper, while the good suffer

II. New perspective comes through drawing near to God

III. We must trust in God, and never give up