I had a bad case of the stomach flu this month, even to the point of having to spend overnight at a hospital. Experiencing days of illness and weakness had me crying out to God a little more than usual.
Then one day, upon feeling much better (and eating much more!) I started pondering how I tend to seek God most in my most painful and dark moments. Of course he understands, as this tends to be the common way of us human kind! Still I chided myself for not seeking Him more during times of comfort as well.
Tonight I came across this reading of one of my favorite authors and was impressed with how perfectly he expresses what I recently felt. Hoping you find the wisdom it brought me. ~jdl
The Necessity of Tribulation
Words of C.S. Lewis
I am progressing along the path of life in my ordinary contentedly fallen and godless condition, absorbed in a merry meeting with my friends for the morrow or a bit of work that tickles my vanity today, a holiday or a new book, when suddenly a stab of abdominal pain that threatens serious disease, or a headline in the newspapers that threatens us all with destruction, sends this whole pack of cards tumbling down.
At first I am overwhelmed, and all my little happinesses look like broken toys. Then, slowly and reluctantly, bit by bit, I try to bring myself into the frame of mind that I should be in at all times.
I remind myself that all these toys were never intended to possess my heart, that my true good is in another world and my only real treasure is Christ. And perhaps, by God's grace, I succeed, and for a day or two become a creature consciously dependent on God and drawing its strength from the right sources.
But the moment the threat is withdrawn, my whole nature leaps back to the toys: I am even anxious, God forgive me to banish from my mind the only thing that supported me under the threat because it is now associated with the misery of those few days.
Thus the terrible necessity of tribulation is only too clear. God has had me for but forty-eight hours and then only by dint of taking everything else away from me.
Let Him but sheathe that sword for a moment that I behave like a puppy when the hated bath is over -- I shake myself as dry as I can and race off to reacquire my comfortable dirtiness, if not in the nearest manure heap, at least in the nearest flower bed.
And that is why tribulations cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless.
From C.S. Lewis, Reading For A Year
Our dog Presley after being bathed and groomed loves rolling around...
perhaps he's looking to pick up some dirt again?
“God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain." ~ C.S. Lewis
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