“All the Israelites did exactly as God commanded Moses and Aaron. That very day God brought the Israelites out of the land of Egypt, tribe by tribe.”
France is on strike, again.
This is by no means new news.
Here I find myself, in the 17th week of the French “Gilets Jaunes” strike. This is a rather unfortunate strike for me personally, not because it challenges my daily life, but because, for the life of me, no matter how much help I receive, I can not pronounce the words gilet and jaune. Placing them side by side just creates a bigger nightmare.
Regardless of my ability to actually pronounce the movement, I have heard a lot about these persistent strikers. Gilets Jaunes means yellow vests. They are named for the yellow vests they wear while protesting. I often hear my French friends translating their name to, “Yellow Jacket”, which also feels appropriate because they have been like the annoying bee that follows you around, all summer long.
No matter my feeling on the protests, I have learned a lot of the Gilet Jaune. Their battle against the government has not been easy, hence the fact they are facing now their 18th week of continued protests.
The Gilets Jaunes have built a little shelter as a base for their protesting in my neighborhood near my grocery store. It was recently torn down by the police. Within 24 hours it was rebuilt, bigger and better than before.
As I walked past this structure on my way into the store, I wondered to myself, what would my life look like if I lived with the same persistency as the Gilets Jaunes.
Rain or shine, for 17 weekends in a row, they have taken to the streets to stand up for their cause.
When faced with opposition in my own life, I often use even the tiniest excuse to avoid pushing forward.
I was recently reflecting on the life of Moses. His story did not start on the other side of the Red Sea. To me, Moses is a model of what a life of perseverance looks like. He went back to Pharaoh, again, and again, an action which put his life at risk, demanding the release of the Israelites. He faced opposition, and did not yield. When things were difficult, he trusted the Lord’s promise.
He, like my protesting neighbors, did not surrender.
This is what I want my life to look like. I don’t want to yield the work of the Lord to the difficulties of this earth. I don’t want to give up or surrender when things get challenging. I don’t want to use excuses to work my way out of facing what is hard. I want to hold fast to the promises the Lord has given to me, the work I am called to, and I want to walk in faith, even through difficulty, until this work is accomplished, and the Lord calls me to something new.
I have my pesty yellow jacket friends to thank for this reminder.