2.57cm is sometimes a VERY long distance
I suppose there are times when you just have to vent and hope that someone is listening on the basis that what you are saying might help someone out. This is one of those posts. Just thought I would warn you.
The month of May was for this year, hopefully the worst month I will ever go through. I don't think that there was anything that I didn't have a problem with. My health suffered, my car suffered, my finances suffered, my inner being suffered. I got beaten up, and that quite badly (actually beaten up is a nice way of putting it, a more accurate way of stating it is to say that I was repeatedly kicked in the nuts).
But what did it prove? Not sure yet. But I won't let that stop me. Was I able to praise through the pain? No sorry, I wasn't. Was I able to do things like normal despite hurting like hell? Nope. I was pretty angry at some points and at times it was fairly evident. I also skipped some church here and there and my quiet times suffered. I think that last sunday at church was probably some kind of milestone. Or at least, some kind of event. There are times when you can "Fake it till you make it" in the praise and worship, jumping up and down until you feel as if you have something to jump up and down about. I didn't have the strength for that. For those of us who have either seen or read V for Vendetta (I've done both, the movie was better, V was a hero in the movie but in the comic book he was just a vaudevillian thug) you'll hopefully recall what one of the characters said about the last inch of us. That every other inch can be taken from us, except that last one. We can only give that inch away. It is small, and it is fragile, but it is the only thing worth having. What we do when reduced to that final inch I think is worth much more than almost anything else we could ever do. Yes, I skipped church, yes, my reading of the Word dropped off a bit. I'll admit those freely, though not happily. But at that final inch I could stand at church, crying my eyes out as I said every bloody and blessed word and I damn well meant every one of them. I worshipped with everything I had left, though it was only an inch.
But we have no other foundation within us save Christ.
Josh
posted by Joshua Zugai @ 12:10 AM
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You're not the only one. Remember Job? He was reduced to his last inch and yet he didn't curse God.
After that God blessed him with 10 fold more than he had before.
Years ago, when i was still a baby christian, i looked up Job's troubles and said 'man, i could go through that!'. Sometimes i asked God to give me discipline. Other times i asked Him to chasten me, break me so that i can be a new creature.
What i asked for was not only silly, but stupid. Because when God chastens us, it will hurt. Alot. When God breaks us, it can be close to death. When God disciplines us, it's going to tear us apart.
But the fruits produced through it is amazing.
I guess in your case (from our talk a while ago) we get pruned so that we can produce more fruit. There's a quote from CH Spurgeon:
"I know some who have never known suffering or ill health and when they try to comfort God's weary people they are dreadfully awkward over it. They are like elephants picking up pins. They can do it but it is with a wonderful effort. God's tried people comfort each other. They take to the work as fish to water. They understand the art of speaking a word in season to him that is weary and when this is the case they may not complain that they are doing nothing."
Down the track someone might come to you with a similar problem and as such you are perfectly fitted to comfort them.
In your case, your comfort should lie in this. That the trials you go through are only for a season.
And you're right. Nobody can take away that last inch. You got brothers and sisters around the place who won't let you leave that last inch either. hang in there.
edit: misquote corrected
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