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On Lament, The Frailty Of The Saints, And Learning To Grieve Without Putting God In The Dock
Have you ever been angry at God, then felt guilty for being angry at all?
When life falls apart, do you actually know what's okay to say to Him?
Have you ever quietly blamed God for something He never did?
Are you stuck in the middle of a story that hasn't turned around yet, with no happy ending in sight?
Can you grieve hard and still hold on to hope, or do you have to pick one?
Most of us were never taught what to do with our grief and anger. So we pick one of two bad options: we fake the praise and bury the pain, or we say bitter things we're scared we'll be punished for.
The Bible is full of people who wept, questioned, and wailed, and brought every bit of it straight to God's face. Grief is not the same as faithlessness. Lament is not slander. And sometimes the hand we're certain has turned against us has been reaching toward us the whole time.
This is for the ones in the hospital corridor. The ones at the graveside. The ones still in the middle of a story that hasn't turned, where there's no happy ending in sight and you're tired of people pretending there is.
You're allowed to grieve. You're not alone in it. And you don't have to aim it at the wrong One.
Read it now.
On Lament, The Frailty Of The Saints, And Learning To Grieve Without Putting God In The Dock
Have you ever been angry at God, then felt guilty for being angry at all?
When life falls apart, do you actually know what's okay to say to Him?
Have you ever quietly blamed God for something He never did?
Are you stuck in the middle of a story that hasn't turned around yet, with no happy ending in sight?
Can you grieve hard and still hold on to hope, or do you have to pick one?
Most of us were never taught what to do with our grief and anger. So we pick one of two bad options: we fake the praise and bury the pain, or we say bitter things we're scared we'll be punished for.
The Bible is full of people who wept, questioned, and wailed, and brought every bit of it straight to God's face. Grief is not the same as faithlessness. Lament is not slander. And sometimes the hand we're certain has turned against us has been reaching toward us the whole time.
This is for the ones in the hospital corridor. The ones at the graveside. The ones still in the middle of a story that hasn't turned, where there's no happy ending in sight and you're tired of people pretending there is.
You're allowed to grieve. You're not alone in it. And you don't have to aim it at the wrong One.
Read it now.