
It’s the fifth day of spring, and I have already had to mow a part of the backyard. Most of the property is just starting to green up, but this little patch is thick and luscious.
Erma Bombeck wrote a book back in 95 called ‘Life is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank’. Guess what? It’s true! This patch of lush, thick, green grass is right over the septic tank’s drain field.
While I was mowing, I remembered this book and thought of the truth of it. How the grass is greener over the septic tank. The septic tank. Full of…well, you know.
And then I thought about growth.
You know, natural growth, physical growth happens with or without our help. Living things need food, water, air, and we grow. Like the grass in the backyard, which is over a spot that is always wet.
Spiritual growth, emotional growth, mental growth? They take work.
And I thought about my relationship with God, and those times that I have noticed the most growth. It seems to me that those growing times are almost always over a ‘septic tank’. Some happening in my life, or in a loved one’s life, that forces me in to God.
There are a lot of questions that I don’t have the answer to. A lot of things that I don’t understand.
A dear one dies, unexpectedly. Taken too young, too soon, in spite of faithful prayers.
A business fails, after years in prayer and careful planning. Everything done right.
Failing health, regardless of all of the careful exercise, eating and care.
Children abused, murdered, left alone.
Countries at war…none seeming to be in the right.
People I trust and admire, whose actions or words seem to me to stand in stark contradiction to the scripture they claim to follow.
“How can God…?
If God is, then….?
How do you explain this, if God is…?
That’s when we wrestle. And that’s when we grow.
Wrestling is an up close activity. You can’t wrestle from a distance, you have to be in close. You grab ahold of the person that you are wrestling with and you hold on.
Remember Jacob wrestling with the angel of God? He was in a very difficult time. He was returning home after years away with all of his family and all that he had earned while he was gone. But, he was returning home to a brother that he had betrayed over and over again. He didn’t know what his reception would be, or if he would even survive.
During the night, an angel appeared, and wrestled with him til daylight. All night, they wrestled, hand to hand, up close and personal. Jacob was wounded in the wrestling and when the angel told Jacob to let him go, Jacob refused. ‘Not until you have blessed me’, he said.
And the angel changed his name. Jacob became Israel, because he had wrestled with God and with man and had overcome.
Jacob was changed in the wrestling. He grew, and became one known for struggling with God and for struggling with man, and overcoming in the struggle.
I know that wrestling. I live in it.
I struggle a lot. With God and with people. About my faith and what it means to be Christian in this society. With God, because there is a lot I don’t understand. I don’t know how to be, or how to do. I only know that He is…and that He is a rewarder of those that diligently seek Him.
And I wrestle with man. My fellow Christians who often condemn me for my actions and attitudes. And others who, because I am a Christian, accuse and condemn me for others’ actions, or even my inaction.
It’s a septic tank!
But, the grass is greener. And growth comes.
Am I trying to say that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the way I think about all of this is absolutely, 100% correct, and if you don’t line up with it, you are wrong?
No, what I am trying to say is that struggle is okay. That it can even be good. It is honest.
And you might have your name changed in the process.




