Disappointment with God
How do I make sense of it all. My story screams that I was forsaken. But Jesus came and died for me to speak a different story over me. He too suffered - suffered in ways I can’t comprehend. How much does his suffering answer my questions: ‘Is God good?’ ‘Can God be trusted?”
But he didn’t act. He stayed hidden. When I needed him most he didn’t come through. Why? I felt alone, so terribly alone. I was a scared 8-year-old boy overwhelmed by what was happening to me. Why didn’t God act to stop my greatest shame? I was too little to stop it. I was too scared to know what to do. The shames seems too much to bear. The damage feels too much for God to repair.
I know that God too knows what it is to be disappointed. Over and over he anguished and grieved over being rejected. He wants to be loved but suffers so much rejection. And he stepped into the story to be vulnerable like I was and to suffer so much more rejection and scorn.
I read the reasons for His inaction. But those reasons do nothing to heal the ache in my heart. The abuse hurt so much; but God’s inaction feels like an even greater violation. If God will not come through for me in my moment of greatest need, in whom can I trust?
God seems to be always holding back and staying hidden from view. But he slid quietly into the story through a manager in Bethlehem. And 33 years later he rose in decisive victory. But victory over what? Evil still seems to reign - at least for an 8-year-old-boy alone in a basement with a teenager.
I heard someone say that “sometimes we can have understanding and Jesus. But many times we can only have Jesus.” Am I willing to stop asking why and and "settled" for Jesus? Is that faith or is that ignorance?
What do I do with a God who suffered so much for me but seemed to do nothing to prevent my own?
But he didn’t act. He stayed hidden. When I needed him most he didn’t come through. Why? I felt alone, so terribly alone. I was a scared 8-year-old boy overwhelmed by what was happening to me. Why didn’t God act to stop my greatest shame? I was too little to stop it. I was too scared to know what to do. The shames seems too much to bear. The damage feels too much for God to repair.
I know that God too knows what it is to be disappointed. Over and over he anguished and grieved over being rejected. He wants to be loved but suffers so much rejection. And he stepped into the story to be vulnerable like I was and to suffer so much more rejection and scorn.
I read the reasons for His inaction. But those reasons do nothing to heal the ache in my heart. The abuse hurt so much; but God’s inaction feels like an even greater violation. If God will not come through for me in my moment of greatest need, in whom can I trust?
God seems to be always holding back and staying hidden from view. But he slid quietly into the story through a manager in Bethlehem. And 33 years later he rose in decisive victory. But victory over what? Evil still seems to reign - at least for an 8-year-old-boy alone in a basement with a teenager.
I heard someone say that “sometimes we can have understanding and Jesus. But many times we can only have Jesus.” Am I willing to stop asking why and and "settled" for Jesus? Is that faith or is that ignorance?
What do I do with a God who suffered so much for me but seemed to do nothing to prevent my own?