In the Bible, there’s a fascinating story in the book of Job. It reads like an ancient piece of Shakespearean drama with rich dialogues, dealing with the exact question: why is there suffering? Everything circles around the story of a very rich man who loses everything.
Did you ever encounter a difficult discussion about faith? Sometimes you find treasures in the old stories of believers in the first centuries of Christianity. Like this ancient story about an old monk who was asked about his opinion.
God never tires of taking care of you, speaking to you, walking with you, and comforting you. His loving gaze is upon you all throughout your life. He rejoices with you when you rejoice, and He feels pain for you when you’re sad. He is constantly proving His tenderness, goodness, and compassion to you.
I don’t know your situation, but whatever suffering you’re currently enduring, you are and always will be a winner because Jesus, your Savior, purchased and blessed you for eternity. And nothing, no suffering or difficulty, could ever separate you from His love!
Today, the sun of justice is rising on your life, my friend. Christ is liberating you from the shame of your past, from the words of death that were spoken to you and from the words of condemnation that haunt your thoughts.
Once Jesus was teaching the people about God when four friends tried to reach Jesus so he could heal their crippled friend. But it was so crowded, they were not able to come close.
The Germans celebrated Winter Solstice and the Romans Saturnalia, the festival in honour of Saturn the god of light. Through Christianization these festivals were replaced by the celebration of Jesus’ birth.
“If this is all there is, then what’s the point?”
That describes how I felt about life as a young adult. My life lacked purpose and fulfillment. I just existed.
God has done so many great things in my life. He has helped me through tough times and answered so many prayers – even the small everyday things. At times when I have been greatly stressed I learnt to give all my worry over to him and as a result felt complete peace and joy in the midst of all that was going on – and that is simply incredible!
So, I was lying face down on my bed. It was about 4am, one night in my first year at university and I was feeling absolutely exhausted, but my heart was still pumping with the caffeine from red bull & pro plus.
Two weeks after the funeral I returned to The University for my second year. It wasn’t the same; I missed my dad. I spent my days feeling sad and then trying not to feel sad. Mostly I attempted this by drinking, comfort eating, skipping lectures and finding comfort in different relationships.
Dead. I wanted to be dead. I wanted Death’s arms to envelope me and take me from this life: a life full of pain, abuse, abandonment, disappointment, hatred; I didn’t want it anymore. Oh, sweet surrender! Come Death, come!