Why do we instinctively try to adjust the universe to the
expectation that it should deliver happiness to us when the walls of
frustration we inevitably bump into are actually doors to a different
understanding? The reality is that life here is often difficult. It hurts sometimes. It doesn’t behave. It certainly doesn’t seem to have our
preferences as top priority. And
here we are in the thick of it with a God who has entered it too, to walk with
us, cry with us, move along with us as we journey and teach us as we go. We are offered guidance in our
confusion, hope in our desperation, and truth in our lands of delusion.
The world is also a gorgeous orb, a floating zoo, an alive
and ever-changing art gallery. It
is an orbiting nature reserve, and a Petri dish we reside in where we get to
decide if love is something we’d like to experiment with. But love doesn’t have much room when
fear is filling so much space. And
the only antibiotic to the infection of fear is Love, which casts it out and
heals us. Kindness is the thing of
comfort. Love is the stronger
wiser brother who works for our good.
We are destined to wrestle out our tug of war between love and fear and
decide which one we truly believe is more powerful.
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