It all started with this little problem. This thing that I turned in my head into something bad, into something I would remember. And I suppose that once the thoughts of jealous, betrayal, and anger being sprouting up, it really becomes a foothold for Satan to grab on and to build up on. I think that when Jesus told us to forgive, it is not merely because He forgave but also because it is quite simply in our best interest to. Maybe that one sin wasn't much, but as it just kind of remained with me other things began to sprout up and before I knew it things just got kind of outta control.
I don't think it was a decided act on my part, but once I was thinking about all these things my desire to pray and spend time with God just sort of edged away. God was right as always, we cannot serve two masters. If we begin to obey one, our devotion to the other will slowly but surely fade away. Lucky for me, God is gracious in His mercy and forgiveness and is always giving us chances to turn back and realize that the true master is in the opposite direction. I know that recently I've been stagnant, and as I drift the sins just pile on and on. I think what finally made me want to do something about this was a passage from C.S. Lewis' 'The Great Divorce'
Having allowed oneself to drift, unresisting, unpraying, accepting every half-conscious solicitation from our desires, we reached a point where we no longer believed the Faith.I still don't feel the call, the pressing need to spend time with God..but I feel that is more because people in sin simply feel the emptiness that comes with not being near God and this emptiness also destroys our desire to be with Him.
Though I feel numb I want to pray. I want to seek Him though I can't seem to muster the emotion for that feeling. I need God because I realized a long time ago that this world without Him would be empty and desolate and hopeless. That I desire in my heart something that this world can't satisfy, though sometimes I seem to turn away from this thought. 'Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?' -Mere Christianity
And when it comes down, there is the impending realization that is God who is doing all this. That though I am far from Him, He is still calling to me to come and follow him. That I find forgiveness with him, and the heart to forgive others in that love. I hope that my prayer and my quiet times are not simply to find answers to my struggles, but rather to spend time loving and worshiping God; otherwise it would seem like I'm just using Him for my ends. It always comes as a shock and awe kind of thing to me when someone finds a great way to describe God's love for us, because I am always at a loss for words when it comes to it. I was reading A Grief Observed, where C.S. Lewis is talking through the loss of his wife Joy and wishes to some degree that he could endure that pain for her. What really stood out was that, if given the option to endure the pain for someone, would we actually do it? Do we really have that selflessness that allows us to sacrifice our well being for someone else, for even a loved one. But then we see the character of Jesus, who was given that choice and took it. Who, though we were dirty and wretched, STILL rescued us from death by taking our sufferings from us. Oh how He loves us! Lewis said that sometimes our faith and religion needs to be tested to show us how strong is it, and how much of it is solid when there is actually something at stake. Part of growing in our faith is to realize that Jesus is so much greater than anything we can imagine, and the things He has done are quite simply indescribable, unimaginable, and therefore all the more beautiful and majestic. I know that I will never find the words to describe Him, but that since He's the one doing the finding I don't have to worry about my own capacity for those things. And though I am numb, He will deliver me from the darkness.
I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness -John 12:46
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