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I confess:  I’m a weak Christian.  Pretty much every time God gives me the slightest challenge, I start whining like a back-alley cat in heat (“Oh, why?  Oh, why?  Oh, why me, God?”).  I either begin to doubt (“God, are you really out there?”) or just get flat-out ticked off at the injustice to which I decide I am being subjected (“God, the way you treat your friends, it’s a wonder you have any!”). 

 

Of course, if it gets old for me to wallow in the same stupid mud hole every time, imagine how God must be shaking His head  (“Oh, here, we go again.  Yes, John, I love you, but there are times….”) or wondering when/if I’ll ever get it right (“And with friends like you, my son….”).

 

Is there a point to this?  Oh, yeah, sorry.  It is that as clay-footed, stiff-necked and mud-covered as I am (and I suspect I’m not alone here … please say I’m not alone here), I know that when I’m done with my pity party, blink embarrassedly in the sunlight of God’s grace, and ask for faith and forgiveness, I do know that I am forgiven,  that I am loved, and that I am welcomed back … that I am given my twelve-hundredth second chance.  And for that I am grateful and I rejoice. — jri

 

        –    St. Paul

               (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)