baby it’s cold inside too
Aaron
There’s a lot that I wrote down and even more I want to say, but I feel that meaning can become muddled in an overabundance of words. This will have to suffice.
In the face of many problems, it’s easy to lose hope. In the mixed up, backwards, convoluted ways this world works, we’re likely to become confused, lack direction and feel as if our reasons have been misplaced and our purpose compromised. Trying to wade through such disconsolate craziness, senselessness, and wickedness can be overwhelming, especially when we find those things bubbling up within ourselves. Truth be told, we’re sick, really sick. We want so much just to fix ourselves, but we cannot. Attempts at self-diagnosis and self-remedy can leave us in a worse condition than before. Without the necessary help, our minds become divided and we live out half lives with double (or even triple) standards. We yearn for companionship but we won’t stop building the walls that keep us secluded. We say we want the truth, but we’ll only take the kind that has been watered down, diluted to the point that it has lost the power of its purity and it is no longer dangerous to follow. We want to know how to love, but we’re terrified of the sacrifice that real love demands. When I say we, I also mean me, but not just me.
But amidst the bleakness there still stands a hope that can never be lost, a purpose that is abiding, a wholeness that cannot be torn asunder, a compassion that demolishes our walls, a truth that remains untainted, and a love that has counted the cost and payed the greatest price.
We need help from God. We need help from others. It will be difficult to accept, and yet how truly, how desperately, we need it.
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