Suffer Sinner and Fail Again

A long drive ahead with both of my hands firmly gripping the steering wheel of my car, my little mind in the land of the wandering and pondering, I was suddenly struck by the thought that as surely as my hands were firmly guiding my car, they were certainly NOT guiding my life. In retrospect, my life is a mess. Complete failures seem to mark its every twist and turn. I sat there in my driver's seat presenting, to the One who's hands guide my life's steering wheel since long ago, every failure—of life-changing proportions—I had ever experienced: college—twice, jobs—several in sight of a single year, missions—barely, family—my fair share, friendships—more than I care to count, and dating—let’s not even go there. I wasn't planning on counseling with God that day about all that is train-wrecked in my life, but tears started pouring down my face as I recollected how in the midst of all those failures I had found a hope to cling to; a "supposed reason" of greater good that I thought God must have been striving to attain and yet, even these were failures or never existed in the first place! "So what God was the point? Not only did all the plans and dreams I thought you were leading me to failed, but even the things I thought you were going to bring out of the rubble as a redemption, failed as well! Why? For the past several years, plan after plan has failed while only partial successes—giving only a portion of the happiness I seek—have barely survived. Through all this, what did You want me to see? What did You want me to learn? What is all of this pain for? I have prayed "Thy Will be done" again and again, from the bottom of my heart, in the midst of it all, and still, years later, what do I have to show for it?"

Suffering is a two-way tool. God uses it and so can we. God uses suffering to teach us and to show us what love is; we use it to declare our love to Him and to unite our sufferings to His to glorify God as Christ's Body and Church. Suffering is a language of love, but sometimes we don't recognize it as such. Punishment results in suffering so we sometimes think that God is disappointed in us or that He is allowing suffering because we deserve it. But it is not that God wants us to be in agony, He is trying to teach us that: to love is to suffer. After all, how special would real love be if there was no pain, no suffering, no trial to overcome? Love would be as easy to give as it is to eat an ice-cream cone—pure enjoyment and painless! Sometimes, God allows suffering as a teaching tool when our agonies are self-inflicted. We tell ourselves that we will not be happy, will not conquer life's trials, will not be able to LIVE until "X" happens, but we forget that our view is about as clear as the sun is easy weigh. We cannot possibly know what is truly best for us at any given point in time or even as an overall whole! As God tries to lead us to extreme happiness, the Evil One is trying to lead us to extreme anguish. Yet Jesus says in Matthew 6:33 "But seek FIRST His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well."(to see what else will be given to you, look at the verses before number 33.) Seek first... as in, "Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done" ....FIRST! As in, yes, before our needs and desires are fulfilled.

“Thy Will be done” is hard. It's really hard when our own little agendas and desires and so called "needs" crop up. But like Matthew 6:32 says, God already knows we need these things (food, clothes, etc.) He KNOWS! ....He knows.... So relax and don't worry about your needs! The God who created you to have these needs already knows what you truly need. Jesus goes on in Matthew 7:11 "If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much MORE will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!" So is it wrong to ask for things when Our Father in Heaven already knows our needs? No, surely our pleas upon His merciful heart must be like sweet affections to Him as we humble ourselves and allow Him to be our Father, to seek to win our hearts, to pour His blessings out upon His children who ask for His love and kindness! How much sweeter is the aid a parent can give to a child who asks for help than to a child who makes no mention of his or her needs, seeks no help, nor gives any thanks? 

In all things be thankful for you do not—cannot—know what the Father is doing. And pray with endless hope because God is not finished with you or His plan for you! He is still working; still striving to give you as much happiness as you will allow Him time and freedom to give you. 

So how much suffering will you endure now, so that the Father can complete His great work in your life and teach you how to truly love? How much faith and hope will you trust in Him even when there seems to be no tangible reason for faith, hope, and trust? How much time will you give Him so that He can work on giving you the extreme happiness He so longs to give you? I would suggest: all of it.

"I am poured out like water....." Psalm 22:14-31

The Field

Over time, there is a language that is developed in everything you encounter in life. You might see it in those around you, an understanding that needs few to no words. When I am upset and find myself longing to sit with God, He has but one phrase: “to The Field”. I don’t know how The Field came to be. It has been many colors, many storms have passed over it, many tears have been shed there, but most importantly, that is where God is, that is where we dance. In this field, when I have been distant from Jesus, when I haven’t been listening or taking the time to know His every thought and move, I find myself looking around it. It is nothing special to look at. The grass is dry, yellow in color, and tall like a pasture that has never been grazed. There is a big tree growing in the left side, a little bridge on the right with a tiny stream trickling under it without water and a gravel path that peters out from the bridge and becomes lost in the knee-high rushes.

Sometimes I have to stand here in this field for a moment before I realize why I am here: to see Jesus. Often times, I don’t realize He has been approaching or is standing in front of me until I have looked everywhere but at Him. It is strange The Field never changes, or at least not in a way that matters. The grass is just grass, the tree just a tree, the bridge, only a bridge, yet they catch my attention and distract me even if just for a moment from Jesus. I wonder if they represent life and all that is good, but still distracting from Jesus Himself.

How I greet Jesus is a matter of how I am with Him. If I have just received the Sacrament of Confession, we dance and dance and dance without time, without a worry or word. I know He loves me and I know He wants me to just be with Him and it is easy to do this. Sometimes when I go to The Field, I can hardly look at Jesus; can hardly stand to have Him look at me, but I can’t bear to leave either. He asks me what is in my hands and like a shameful child I pull them from where I have hid them and slowly open them. I show Him what I have done to myself and my soul. He opens His arms, though I can see I have hurt Him. Sometimes I cannot go to Him until I have forgiven myself. Sometimes, even when I go to Him, I can feel the distance I have created between us. He is love. He is always beckoning me to close my self-inflicted gap, to be as close to Him as I can, but I have to forgive myself and ask for His forgiveness. He is much more merciful than even I am on myself. It is always me who is the last to give in, the last to love more, the last to give my all. I am always the weak link, but if I really think about it, I wouldn’t want to be the strongest link because only He can carry my weight. =)