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I was criticizing what you wrote, not God’s ways.Who are you to criticize God’s ways?
No, actually, this is the first time I have asked this question. That we tend to discuss the same topics is because of your responses. I create a new thread for each distinct question. The question for this thread, as is clear, is how to cope with anger after Daily Mass.This is the third thread on this topic that you have posted in 3 weeks.
You make a lot of assumptions about me that I think are incorrect, e.g. that I’m not paying attention to what people are saying, or that I’m not grateful for the blessings I have. I mentioned reading The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom. This book is giving me examples of what I have already told my mother several times, that of course life can always be worse. (In this book, Corrie shares painful events in her life with accompanying life lessons.)
You’ve just answered your own question. I am in Japan, where a godless nation literally lives to work, because they have no other reason to live. The same is expected of me, although I do keep a more balanced schedule. To explain the matter further: Dawn here approaches 4 am during the summer time (they have only one time-zone and refuse to follow the sun), and I try to keep in touch with family and friends around the world and save electricity. So here are two more reasons to wake up early and have my social time at the start of the day, and then work the remainder of it (keeping to my university’s work schedule).Why are you *trying *to work until bedtime? No wonder you are having trouble; this is an unbalanced way to live. You’re in Japan, for goodness sakes!
Your other suggestions about “getting out there and doing stuff” are offensive but your ignorance isn’t to blame: I am poor. I cannot afford to do anything. My American student loan interest is accumulating at about $30 per day, and I don’t even have enough income to meet this debt (I am struggling to get more part-time employment to subsidize my scholarship). I therefore cannot afford any social events, which all cost money.
Again, as I said, which you seem to refuse to accept, God could be helping me out a lot more than He is.
As for your retort concerning glasses, you’ve missed my point. I was not complaining about wearing them, although that is a burden. The hurt I mentioned was trying to bicycle in the rain to church, even to Mass, where rain makes the glasses wet so it’s difficult to see, difficult and uncomfortable to make the journey, in order to go see God who refuses to communicate with you other than the appearance of bread and wine. It’s like God torturing me on the way, and then not giving me the promised relief afterward. If you still don’t get it, oh well.
Perhaps one other point of clarification would be good, so you can understand a bit more of my suffering:
Although I am in fact grateful for the beauty I can still see, I wish to point out that scars floating across and in front of my field of vision makes it in fact difficult to see the beauty for which I am grateful, when it’s not too blurry to see.no gratitude for the beauty you can still see!
