Being Resolute to Not Bury St. Joseph

So I’ve been trying to sell my house for many months now. Well, with an intermission in the middle.

My wife and I put our house on the market in early October with plans of selling it and getting a house with an unfinished basement that we can grow into (one kid here, hopefully more on the way at some point soon). In mid-November we got an offer and eventually got the house under contract. Once that happened we signed a contract with a contractor to build us a house and allow me to do multiple parts of the process to save a little bit of money.

Then our prospective buyer backed out a few days before closing.

Clearly this wasn’t the turn of events we had anticipated or wanted, but I calmly and confidently told my wife that there were many desperate situations in this world and some things to personally feel desperate about (like my sin and need for Christ), but that this house situation for us wasn’t one of them.

Fast forward to about 6 weeks ago. At this point we’re getting a little nervous as are our friends and family. It’s at this point we start hearing about burying St. Joseph in the yard as an aid to sell our house. (Now, some of you reading this blog may have done this exact thing. I’m not trying to attack you, that’s not the point of this post as you’ll see in a second.) After thinking and praying about it, I decided that it was important for my wife and I to trust God to sell our house, not something that could be considered a superstition (Col. 2). In making this decision I was resolute and confident.

Now fast forward again to this week…

Either burying St. Joseph or vandalizing the homes we were competing with began to appear like decent ideas worth careful consideration. My house still hadn’t received another offer, and my new house’s closing date was quickly approaching (less than a month).

I say this half-jokingly…or maybe 20/80 jokingly would be more accurate. Because honestly I was ready to do whatever I had to do to sell this house. I quite literally began reconsidering my principled stance against burying St. Joseph. Why? Because I was no longer making this principled stance from conscience in a cushy vacuum…I was now having to do it in the midst of real temptation, real distress. In other words, in the midst of real life.

I had once been so calm and cool about it. I had once been so resolute. But we must remember that each of us has our price. We each have a threshold at which the temperature will get hot enough, the temptation will grow strong enough, the sin will become alluring enough, that we will succumb.

Jesus was tempted after forty days in the wilderness without eating. And what was the first temptation? Bread.

Abraham didn’t sleep with Hagar in an attempt to have a child when he was 40. He tried it when he was most likely in his 80s.

It’s easy to trust God and fight sin when life is easy and comfortable. But Satan is no dummy. He’ll strike you when you’re vulnerable, when you’re desperate.

“Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. ” ~ 1 Peter 5:8

May we be on our guards.

By the way, we have gotten word that we’ll be getting an offer on the house today, March 19. March 19 is St. Joseph’s Day.

Stop laughing.

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