I have a young friend who is suffering...she is ill, and she will not accept that, underneath it all, this is a good thing. She has built an altar in her mind to a really mean (according to me) God. Her only prayer to her God is that she not have this disease. Every time she gets bad news about her disease, she knows she has done something wrong to offend this God, so she prays harder that she not have this disease.
To my thinking, if the God of my understanding zapped me every time I offended him, I'd be getting me a new understanding. As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I did all those years ago.
Maybe that's how most of us start out in life...with a God of rewards and punishments or punishments and rewards more likely...heavy on the punishments, light on the rewards. Deservedly, to our shame-on-me thinking. "Me" always being the operative word in our world.
It really is not an easy thing to accept unto gut-bucket belief that we have a loving God alive and well within us. That this God has our back, it is only loving...and all that comes from that God is love, no matter what our lying eyes tell us. It is love, it is for our benefit, and all we need do is get happy about it...without eyeball evidence that this is a good thing.
In other words, we get to change our mind...an impossibility when we're relying on that same mind. Lift up mine eyes that I may see. Change my mind and set me free.
God can and will if sought.
Thank you.
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