Wednesday, March 26, 2014
I was educated in the Catholic school system by nuns. The prevailing wisdom stated that if something "bad" happened to you it's because you deserved to have it happen because somewhere along the way you had violated one of God's 1,350,000 rules. It was sort of a spiritual stun gun. The only people who God graced with suffering and the woes of this world were the saints.
The nuns were quick to point out to my parents that my brother Joe and I were not and probably never would be saints. So it was a foregone conclusion that we had to have done SOMETHING wrong.
I woke up at 2:30 this morning, just lying there letting my head clear a bit and the thought struck me that maybe, just maybe the aches and pains, the anger and frustration I often feeling werent a punishment but maybe, just maybe God was honoring me. Maybe, just maybe God sat wherever it is he sits and says, "This has gotta happen. It wont be pretty. I'm gonna give it to John. I can trust him with it. He'll b^*ch and moan, but he'll handle it. This situation was tailor made for John."
(I'm not crazy. As Sheldon Cooper on The Big Bang Theory states "My mother had me tested.")
If we believe in God's total and complete love for us; if we believe that here, in his kingdom on earth we are stewards of his creations, doesn't it stand to reason that he would honor us each because of our own unique abilities to influence and handle a situation that isnt always pleasant?
So as I lie there, I thought in a bit of groggy awe, "You choose ME." I got really quiet, put my arm around Joan and smiled as I fell back to sleep.
So, the next time, life throws you ave ball, stand tall. You're being honored by God.
"Well done, good and faithful servant.