Insecure allergic reactionaries

This is the human condition.

We long to be seen but are terrified of rejection or judgment.

When Jesus says “broad is the road that leads to destruction” he is not exaggerating. There are more ways into hell than there are into heaven.

This offends us.

If we can learn from this offense then there is hope for us.

We are offended by the idea that we are wrong, we are blind, we are misguided, we are easily led astray. Our offense becomes a protest. We wish to be left to our own devices and we wish the world to be our device. CS Lewis’ picture of Hell in the Great Divorce is the world we desire. We’ve been this way since birth, but learned to inform the world of this when found the word “no”.

There can be no creature in the universe as offensive as God. Perhaps the angry atheists are the only honest observers. Thousands of years of attempted domestication has led us to project a God onto the sky, just like Freud said.

The favor we ask of God is to leave us to our idols, our imaginations, the God of our reflected selves who keeps whispering to us that all we need is our own self and an accommodating world.

The missionary God must always look offensive, it is a strange combination of delusion and grace when we don’t kill him or flee from him. Christianity has always credited the Holy Spirit for this.

Christians are not called to be offensive. There is no need of that, offense will be taken. Why take on extra work?

Christians are called to love. Unfortunately we are bad at it. Even more unfortunate so is everyone else.

The more you grow into Christ, the more obvious your incapacity to love will become to yourself. It has always been this way, read biographies of the saints.

A true saint has an enormous capacity for honesty regarding their own brokenness. That comes from seeing God more clearly. You must be enormously joyful to see your own brokenness and endure it.

The irony and tragedy of hell and its foothills is that you can think of nothing other than your self while at the same time not being able to see yourself. It is like thirsting for the color yellow.

About PaulVK

Husband, Father of 5, Pastor
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