In the end of my last post I said that I would next tackle the question of our feelings regarding circumstances we can't control. I probably should have just kept that to myself. Principally because I'm not really in the detached, scientific frame of mind that one would need to be in to address it. I'm kindof ticked-off and over it at the moment. And by moment, I mean the past couple of weeks.
|Signing something about the mob.|
But sometimes I think about mixing some Ambien in the Kool-Aid.
|On my mark, share the Cheez-Its.|
Louis Zamparini, Lou Verroi in the Frozen Chosin, and Paul the Apostle. Guys that came through some REALLY hard times, and didn't lose their sense of hope or their composure. I know some folks that might trade for my troubles if given the chance. Folks like those at St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, and Nancy and Andrew, and basically anybody in Zimbabwe. The truth is I've got it pretty hard, but I'm pretty soft. There are MANY who have it harder. Way harder.
And here's the thing. I don't look at them and psych myself up to be harder, stronger, better. I look at them and know that the God who is able to bring good out of their situation is the same God I serve. And if He can give comfort to POW's in Japan, and soldiers freezing to death in Korea, and early-church prisoners, then He can comfort me. And if His grace is sufficient for medulloblastoma, and life-threatening heart malformations, and starvation, then His grace is sufficient for Autism. So I'm free to rejoice, and I should rejoice, even if I don't feel like it. Not rejoice despite the circumstance, like finding a happy place or transcending the physical. Not blocking out the circumstance with negative visualization or a stiff upper lip. But rather rejoicing in the circumstance, knowing that it is for my good and God's glory. That's the what-to-do.
Look, I hated algebra. But I got a tutor and got through it and got graduated and never had to do it again. And I hate Autism. But I'm gonna get through it and graduate to Heaven one day. And Josiah and Jalen and I are gonna talk for a long, long time. Quietly. Sitting down. And that's enough comfort and grace and hope for me.
|Josiah getting a couple fingernails full of cinnamon roll icing. Precious.|