(You) Be Strong and Courageous
I can’t see the crumbled Ukraine buildings, the despairing mothers carrying frightened children, or the crowded train stations … without putting myself in that place.
The sunflower, Ukraine’s national flower (Photo: Todd Kent on Unsplash)
How would I feel? What would I do in that terror-filled, horror-filled place? Would my actions play out in bravery or cowardice?
I’ve read my share of World War II stories. Would I have sheltered Anne Frank’s family during Nazi-occupied Netherlands, for example, at the peril of my own family?
These are the questions I don’t know the answer to. Because I’ve never had to deal with war in my homeland, on my soil, with enemy occupation of my country.
I remember a story told by Corrie ten Boom. During World War II, Corrie and her family were sent to a concentration camp for helping Jews escape by hiding them in their home.
Corrie worried if she’d be strong enough to face the consequences. When she voiced her fears to her father, he asked: “When you were a little girl and going to visit your aunt, when did I give you the train ticket?”
“Just before I boarded the train,” Corrie answered.
“That’s what God does,” responded Corrie’s father. “He gives us strength and courage just as we need them.”
One of my favorite Bible passages comes from the Old Testament. After Moses—who guided the children of Israel out of slavery in Egypt—died, the leadership mantle fell to a warrior named Joshua.
God gave instructions to the new leader for crossing the Jordan River into the Promised Land:
“Be strong and courageous, because you will lead these people to inherit the land I swore to their ancestors to give them. …
“Be strong and very courageous. …
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” — Joshua 1:6-9
Did you notice that God repeated Himself three times in this short passage?
It’s almost as if He were saying:
“Joshua, choose strength and courage.”
“No really, Josh, you be strong and courageous.”
“Josh, look at me. Be. Strong. Be. Courageous.”
It must have been a pretty important point to God.
A portion of a poem from Amanda Gorman reminded me of the people of Ukraine (David with his slingshot) valiantly fighting the Goliath forces of Russia:
In this way, I look at fear not as cowardice
but as a call forward,
a summons to fight for what we hold dear.
And now more than ever,
we have every right to be
affected,
afflicted,
affronted.
If you’re alive, you’re afraid.
If you’re not afraid,
then you’re not paying attention.
The only thing we have to fear is having no fear itself—
having no feeling
on behalf of whom and what we’ve lost,
whom and what we love.
What’s happening in Ukraine reminds me that I don’t need to be afraid of how I would respond in any given situation.
What’s happening in Ukraine reminds me that my heavenly Father will provide the grace and purpose and strength to walk through hard things. Right when needed, that He’ll be strong and courageous for me, through me.
