After yesterday’s blog entry it appears that the Farce has undergone a mystical transformation for 2013.
If I write about a problem, the problem is immediately solved! Yesterday saw Gus turning a corner. Or maybe it was me who turned the corner. Either way, corners were turned and bonding is happening and I no longer look at him and feel the same emotional connection I feel to the stop sign at the corner of Hallcrest Ct. and Hampton Hall Way.
So if this is true and my blog has become a sort of prayer wheel/prayer wall/magic thing, I should start just demanding magical things.
Kind of the way some people do with the Christian God. “I have faith that you’ll heal me!” becomes not really a statement of faith but a sort of bullying black magic dare. Either God heals you and validates your faith but becomes something you consider subject to your will and incantations or God doesn’t heal you and you either lose your faith or lower your opinion of God.
It’s a no-win situation.
This came up again on Facebook when a friend said she had the flu and one of her friends said “I call you Healed in Jesus’ Name! Go and Be well!”* Well, gee, thanks, friend! I had not thought of that in all these years. I wish that I was as down with the Holy Spirit as you are!
Here’s the thing. God hasn’t cured me and I won’t be surprised if God won’t “cure” me until the perfect cure of death. It’s not a problem. God has given me things that make my illnesses bearable; God walks with me through the Valley of the Shadow and I fear no death or illness. Some people are relieved of physical ailments. But that’s not because they are stronger in their faith or better human beings or super-gifted. It just means that’s their path. Just as not everyone has blond hair and blue eyes, in that same way the variety of the world sends people down different journeys.
Besides all that I’ve already said, I’m also not best pleased by what this sort of “Christ will heal us because we know Christ” says to people who are not currently in a relationship with Christianity. Are we telling them they deserve to suffer? Are we telling them that God’s gift of free will is a joke? “You can choose to not follow me, person. Hope you enjoy a life of misery!” Are we telling them that God is so petty as to inflict misery upon anyone not in a relationship with God? Because that’s how it looks to me.
And yes, I do know and believe that God sends trials to teach people lessons. But I also firmly believe that God only sends those trials to those people who have already entered into a relationship with God as adopted children. Those trials are between God and the tested party. It is not for any outsider to determine whether or not the trial is corrective or instructive. So all this tommyrot about “God gave you cancer for committing adultery” or “God let some crazy child shoot your child to death because there is no prayer in school” is just that. A ridiculous lie designed to make God look like a monster.
*( I went into detail over there about how that pomposity bothers me, but I still want it said here too. I know it’s a common refrain for this blog but if there is one thing I want my illness to speak to it’s that God has other paths besides what we automatically assume to be the ideal and those paths are fantastic journeys. )