“So,” he asked, “Are you feeling a little less like a pea in a drum?” That question stopped me in my tracks. What does a pea in a drum feel like, I wondered? Is he referring to a pea in an oil barrel drum or a pea in a musical instrument?
Hmm. Small, insignificant in the midst of the empty space all around it? Out of touch with reality? Anchored only in one small corner? Fearless if in contact with the drum? Agitated when away from it? Suffocating from lack of air? Glued to one spot by oily substances?
What if the drum vibrates with fierce music? What if that music sounds like wrongful noise to the pea? What if that noise causes the pea to jump in fear or in shock?
What if we are the pea and God is the Drum? It’s all a matter of perspective isn’t it? If God is the drum, then we have nothing to fear. We are in him and he is in us.
John 15:5-I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing (NIV).
I’m recently become a widow. Most people don’t talk to me of peas or drums, but they do ask if I’m ok. Some speak of my situation as if it is unbearable or even hopeless. I tell them that it is not either one. You see, some day it will happen to them. Then they will cautiously remember my testimony, and how I survived, and even thrived as that pea in a drum. They will take courage and know that they can too.
John 19:35-The man who saw it has given testimony, and his testimony is true. He knows that he tells the truth, and he testifies so that you also may believe (NIV).
Prayer: Lord, give us courage to tell one another that your grace is big enough to take us anywhere we have to go, because it is. In Christ’s name. Amen.