“Prosperity is a great mercy,
but adversity is a greater one,
if it brings us to Christ.”
J. C. Rylie (1816-1900)
Prosperity or adversity–either way, MERCY!
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I don’t completely agree; I’m being beasted here, and coming closer to Christ is a deliberate choice that I, myself make.
The people who say that God brings adverity to one’s life to encourage one to draw closer are idiots. It’s like beating a horse to make it compliant. All you get then is compliance born of torture.
We live in a fallen world; things like cancer are a result of that, and for God to intervene would be a negation of His own principles regarding the Fall. I can accept that.
What I can’t accept is that God is turning the screws on me, today, the most horrible of really horrible days, to ‘draw me closer’.
If that’s the case, I’ll draw closer, all right. Close enough to land a punch that’ll break His jaw.
I meant no offense here, but I’m at the end of a string of days that would have me beating my hea against a wall or the mercy of unconciousness.
And tomorrow will be far, far worse.
This is not a mercy; it’s trial by ordeal, and the only way I can face it in faith is by believing that God is as upset about it as I am, but that, for Him to honour His principles, His hands must remain tied.
Stupid bloody keyboard. Or, more accurately, stupid bloody me.
Should have read:
‘I meant no offense here, but I’m at the end of a string of days that would have me beating my head against a wall for the mercy of unconciousness.’
I thought about the abundance of pain you’re experiencing, Andrew, as I wrote this. I don’t understand why. I guess there are questions we can’t answer this side of heaven.
Not sure that I want to know the answer. Today was unvarnihed hell.
Sheesh. ‘Unvarnished.’