For the 87 zillionth time, it happened again today. I was quite stressed about things whose possibility now seem to be fading into the realm of the highly unlikely. It was pretty major league stuff. It still could come to pass. But I think everything is going to be o.k.
And for the 87 zillionth time, I chided myself for my lack of faith. It’s not that God doesn’t help me through it. The last year or so of my life has had some really tough times. If I hadn’t had Jesus to walk me through it I literally would not have made it.
The thing that occured to me, though, is that it’s easy in the calm to think that I should have more faith. But in the middle of tough things, it requires more than simple courage to believe that God will see us through.
It would all be easier if I was one of those people who believed that God doesn’t allow bad things to happen to his followers. Then, every time things got rough, I could search my life for sin, set it right, and expect corresponding results in my circumstances.
The only problem with that idea is that it isn’t borne out in the bible. There are countless examples, but the case of Jesus settles things pretty decisevly, all by itself, in my mind. The idea that Jesus suffered undeservedly and horrificly and told his followers to expect more of the same seems to be pretty clear.
This leads to the question: how much should we expect Jesus to mitigate tough situations? Where is the line between faith and foolhardiness? Should we aim to be holy fools at the risk of being pollyanna? How bad do we allow circumstances to get before we take our rose-colored glasses off? Should we ever take them off?
Full or more questions than answers today,
(and looking foreward to comments)