Three posts in a single week? You would think I’ve actually had some freetime recently! Actually, I have noticed that I have had more time to sleep and breathe this week. Not to say that it has been an easy week. In some ways it has been more challenging than any other week in the past few years. And if you know what all has happened in my life over the past couple of years, you know that is saying a lot!
Why has it been challenging? Well, for one, God has been doing some major work on me. I alluded to some of it about this time last week. In spite of the peacefulness I have experienced in knowing that God loves me too much to allow me to stay how I am, I have gained a better understanding this week of spiritual warfare. In that peace, I have felt Satan stealing away my joy. In my awe that God is faithful despite my stupid humanness, I have heard the evil one audibly reminding me of my past and the issues that come along with my past.
To top that all off, God has shaken up my “theological” world, which is good and bad. I have always been a firm believer that Christians need to be open-minded when it comes to how they interpret Scripture. Yes, there are some very clear black and white issues in the Word. But there are some things that can change in their meaning depending on what context you are using when you read. Those are the things we need to remain open-minded about. Yet, once again, I have discovered my own hypocrisy. While I want others to remain open-minded, I have not. I have decided somewhere along the road that, as far as my world goes, it was a clear cut thing that was not to be questioned or changed.
Last night we took a group of the kids to Greensboro for Winter Jam. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the evening considering that none of the artists are ones for whom I would typically spend my money on their live performance. I couldn’t tell you the precise moment, but at some point during the evening, I was reminded of how blessed I really am. I know that I have a natural tendency to focus on the negative. It is one of my faults, among others. Then this morning I go to Mass and the second reading is from Paul’s second letter to Timothy. And while the one particular verse that struck me between the eyes was probably meant as more of an encouragement, it seemed to be a reminder to me of all the crap God is helping me to sort through.
“Bear your share of hardship for the gospel with the strength that comes from God” (2 Timothy 1:8).
Now most people would assume that that little sentence would be a good reminder–a reminder that every trial we go through exists for the purpose of bringing glory to God and that He will give us the strength to get through those hardships. In fact, that was a point made at Winter Jam by one of the speakers. Yet, for whatever reason, on this particular Sunday morning, it caused me to question God. To ask Him why. Why does it feel like I have had to bear more than my share of hardship? Why…
Is this even really my life? At times it all seems so surreal, like I’m living in somebody else’s body, in somebody else’s world. Or like I’m watching it all from outside myself like an out-of-body experience or something.
Can you tell my mind is all over the place? I think it’s time to go sit quietly for a few minutes and try to get some of these thoughts sorted…