My pastor said this last Sunday. And you know what? I wasn't offended! I'm so tired of trying to justify theories of human development and counseling when I know that the one answer to all of the questions is not acceptable to my professors. I'm narrow-minded and judgmental if I say what I believe, so I have to find different terms for it and creatively sneak it into someone else's counseling jargon. I have to write my faith off as just one tiny factor of my "culture." The fact of the matter is, I can say what I think all day long, but saying what I know is a completely different story. And it goes a little something like this:
This world and the people in it are broken, and our only hope of redemption is a relationship with Jesus Christ. We will always have pain and sorrow and heartache and suffering and disease and yes, even battles with the Devil himself. Those things will never go away, no matter how many coping strategies or meditation exercises we learn. Nobody will be able to fill another person, no conversation will enlighten us enough to escape the truth of our depravity. Fifty minutes once a week for a lifetime won't even do it. And until we believe what we have been told over and over and over again - that we are in desperate need of the Lord's mercy and forgiveness, which he offers freely and abundantly - then we will forever be in bondage to the very things that we seek to escape.
Whew. That felt good. Goodnight!
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