Rick Warren once said, “When someone thinks he knows all the answers, one has to wonder if he knows all the questions.”
When one goes on a date, he or she showers, puts on nice clothes, preens in front of a mirror for a while, checks to make sure teeth don’t have spinach between them, and preps their brightest smiles and best chuckles. The same goes for blogging. When we get on our computers, we take time to evaluate our words; we check for grammatical errors, examine links and think seriously about the topic: i.e., we put our best foot forward in both cases (at least most of us do!😏).
We tend to be experts when we get online, because no one can see all the background work we do to make a nice blog. We check our resources and polish the blog and show off how smart, informed, and perceptive we are. Most of us try to avoid harsh words or crass language (at least the blogs I follow; too much cursing or four-letter words and I will not follow).
Well, I am not that smart or “together” all the time. I sincerely try to be nice in my comments or just don’t comment (my mother’s words are still there in my head, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”)
But sometimes I do not “have it all together.” Depression sometimes surprises me with lonesomeness that makes me feel even the sun is dark, as if I am under a rock with no light. I make solitary time either after my bride leaves our bed, or in places where I can get away from everyone, and I cry. . . And I cry. . . And I cry some more. So many folks in my family are wonderful and I know that I am loved, but loneliness still stands over me like an angry wrestler ready to push me down and hold me to the mat even after I say, “I give up.” He won’t let me up anyway.
I am not suicidal (See ). As my brother is fond of saying, “That ship has sailed.” But many times I feel like the days are just passing me by, and I am just waiting either for Jesus to return or for Father to call me Home from this world. Depression makes you question whether anything you do matters; whether your life matters.
But the bottom line is it is not about me . . . or you. Life is about Him!
Like the man in John 9 born blind, just as we are all born spiritually blind, “Once I was blind but now I see.” As C.S.Lewis put it, “I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.” The world, the universe, the animals, the oceans, the mountains, the people; it all makes sense when I begin with the Cross of Jesus and the Bible. Rick Warren put it this way: “You were made by God and for God and until you understand that, life will never make sense.”
In no other system, no other world leader, no other religious figure claimed to BE GOD. And if Jesus is not God, then nothing makes sense in the world, the universe or people. But sinse He IS God, it all does make sense. I was born spiritually blind and sinful. Jesus came to bear the penalty for my sin. He lived a sinless life and died an ignominious death on a mechanism for capital criminals at the hands of the Gentiles and Jews. But He rose from the dead after three days and three nights in the tomb. And now He lives to make intercession for any who will put their faith in Him. It’s ALL about Him!
I do not intend this blog to be a ‘downer,’ but just to encourage you if you are feeling low, if you feel pressed into the ground by a boulder, or if you fight with the angry wrestler who tries to push you down; perhaps you wonder about your value, your worth, whether your life matters. It DOES! You matter so much to God that He sent Jesus to the Cross! And I know that my Redeemer lives, and THAT is all that really matters.
“I know that my Redeemer lives,
and at the last He will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in my flesh I shall see God,
whom I shall see for myself,
and my eyes shall behold Him, and not another’s.” Job 19:25-27
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in YHWH. Habakkuk 3:17