It’s a funny feeling really. For so many years you are trained (conditioned) for moments such as these. Moments that take our breath away (but not in a good way). You are supposed to pray…and pray…and pray. But for what? About what? For whom? It is in times of deep hurt and pain that the mystery of God is most clouded; most obscured. “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” – C.S. Lewis People often use the phrase “God works in mysterious ways” as a comfort(!). Wait – what the f*ck?! Is that supposed to make me feel better or do you desire punch to the face? God’s Mystery sure has a real way of deepening the sadness, the pain, and the excruciating anxiety. If God – and his love and his work – is such a mystery, why are we so confident (& quick) in making it a pillar on which to place our faith? “I have learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.” – Charles ...
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