- From Beginning to Pray but Anthony Bloom
I read this as good news.
In many ways, it's difficult to understand speaking in such a manner to He from whom all blessings flow....and then again, there are times when ranting is our only language with a God we cannot understand. Far better to rant than to ignore. I believe that these crying out times are healing times as well as times of purification. To be honest and raw means we care, that we have not given up the search. That we recognize that there is meaning to life and we want in on it.
I got off the floor this last week. I decided my tantrum had gone on quite long enough. But this does not mean, I've felt no disturbance toward God. And yes, it's been toward God.
I think that when much has been stripped from us, we come to a place with God where we say, "Fine...but now what?" And then there's often silence. "O, You the pain of my life! Can't you give me a little glimpse of how it's going to be all right?"
My faith tells me that it will be. My mind grows anxious wondering how it can be.
Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.-Philippians 4:6-7
A lot of Christians jokingly say that they're afraid if they give over their entire life to God, He'll send them to Africa. Confession: I'm afraid He'll call me into nunhood. I probably get a little ahead of myself in my worry. Rather than staying in today I obsess over the Teresa's. I remember saying when I was twenty that I wanted to be like Mother Teresa, dedicate my life to helping those in need. And then I worry that God was recording that wacky statement to use against me later. And now, reading bits of Teresa of Avila's story, I'm hoping God is not calling me to anything similar.
And, oh yeah....I'm not Catholic and I have children.
But this is how my brain works. It likes to take things to the extreme. It has me plotting a premeditated resentment toward God for causing me to be single for the rest of my ever living life. O, You the pain of my life! That's what you want for me? That's what I do- take my fear and escalate it to the nth degree.
But another confession is that I've always been drawn to the idea of complete devotion to God. Which is ultimately a good thing. And so I relate this week when, for class, I read,A New England Nun and Long Day's Journey into Night.
But how much of this comes from true reliance on my Maker rather than frustration with and fear of man?
In a way the whole thought process is somewhat silly and humorous but in another way it seems to prove how very small my speculations might be in comparison to what all God really has planned for me.
Therefore Lord, not only are you that than which a greater cannot be thought but you are also something greater than can be thought.
-Anselm of Canterbury
-Anselm of Canterbury
And yet still, it's proof that in my very heart of hearts, I know Jesus is the one for me. This very longing for Him even pitted against fleshy fears shows me how deeply in love with Him I have always been. That ultimately I am His. And whether He truly calls me sometime in the future to sacrifice the notion of marital love or bestows upon me an earthly man equally in love with God, today I know that God's love is sufficient. Today I will rest on the image of Christ as bridegroom.