“Pray for us now!”
The disruptive ping startled my attention as the notification banner cried out these words.
There was no context, no explanation, but none was needed. For my friend, the last several years have been one thing on top of the next: everything from family struggles to major personal health crises. She’s endured the worst any of us could imagine.
Then later, she posted this quote on her social media:
“I dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I’m exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want to be amongst kin. Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit or for how many.”
Earlier that day, I read and meditated on Psalm 130. When I read her message, I recalled verse two, where the Psalmist cries, “Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy.”
Was God listening to the desperate cry behind her four-word plea? Were God’s ears attentive to her voice?
People too often read things like Psalm 130, like an instruction manual. The directions say to plead with God for mercy and hope God will refrain from reaping a vengeful wrath upon us because of our woeful and sinful ways. The “gospel” that comes from this mindset is basically, “We suck, but somehow God (even though God is eternally angry with us and out for blood) finds a way to show mercy and allow us into heaven when we die as long as we stop messing things up and stay on the straight and narrow… because God “loves” us.
But by my assessment (and I’m not alone in this thinking), this “gospel” is no gospel at all. It’s not good news that the creator of the universe is perpetually angry with us and out to get us. It’s not good news that God is bloodthirsty and vengeful and needs someone to punish. That sounds more like an abusive parent than a God who loves what God creates and calls it good!
It’s not God from whom we need deliverance.
It’s not God who needs to stop dishing out punishment.
It’s not God who needs to stop causing bad things in our lives.
LIFE rears its ugly head and pounds on us with relentless fervor.
So we cry out, “Make it stop! Enough! I don’t want this burden! It hurts! This is too hard! This is too much! Have mercy!“ Meanwhile, the world around us, even our closest friends and family, applaud us for being tough. Or they say unintentionally hurtful things like
“God will never give you more than you can handle, so you must be really strong.“
But those kinds of words and that mindset push the same toxic “gospel,” which is everything but good news. It implies God is the one dishing out the blows, that God is doling out suffering so we might learn a lesson in enduring faith, and that God is the instigator and cause of every hurt we’ve ever known.
I have no interest in following that kind of God.
If that is how God is, then I’ll take my chances elsewhere.
But what if, instead, the good news is GOD IS WITH US?
Instead of God delivering punches, God is the one who steps in front of the next punch and absorbs the impact.
What if God intends to save and deliver us rather than punish us?
What if life is hard AND (at the same time) God is with us, holding us close when we hurt?
What if God sees and hears us and knows the depths of our hurts, fears, shame, suffering, grief, failures, and doubts and loves us, still the same as when God first created us and called us good?
Pain is inevitable, and I have no idea why some people suffer more than others. But I know (because I believe and trust that God loves us) that God hurts when we do. God weeps when we weep. I know our cries never go unnoticed or unheard.
So cry your cries, shed your tears, sigh your deepest sighs, shout out, scream, and yell if you need to.
Life isn’t often merciful, but God ALWAYS is.
*I originally wrote and shared this in July 2023. After a few edits and revisions, it feels like a good time to re-share. Several family members and friends are weighed down with life right now. The load they are bearing is too much. I’m sharing this today because I need this reminder as much as they do: Life isn’t often merciful, but God ALWAYS is.
This makes me think about the word resilience, Brian. It means something entirely different to me than the way some may view it. I have been in the place where I did not want to be told I was "strong" or "brave" because of the way I handled caregiving for Sarah and all of her myriad medical needs.
But I have also been in a place where holding it all together and bulldozing through life broke me. I snapped. I ended up collapsing from the inside out, and once that happened it was this idea of rebuilding myself and my life - resilience - that restored my hope in redemption.
Maybe the word resilience can be defined in different ways. I sure hope that by using that word on my website it doesn't deter people. Because I truly believe and celebrate where every person is, including falling apart. To me, we can't end there. We have to figure out what we do have agency over in our lives, and that's how we overcome this sense of powerlessness and hopelessness.
Yes, and amen, amen, amen. 🙌🏻