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Domiy
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I’m so confused about this. On one level I feel horrible, but it makes me feel so much better.
My best friend (married) has found out that he cannot have kids. At first he took it quite well, but he admits that he’s had cycles of anger, regret, sadness, mild depression etc. He’s quite good at masking his pain and finding ways to get it off his mind. But he’s started to open up to me a lot more, engaging in philosophical discussions and pondering deep spiritual thoughts with me. I’ve never seen him like this. And I must say, it’s made me feel somewhat better about my own depression. Maybe it’s because he was always insensitive towards my suffering, or pretended that he always had all the answers and was untouchable. Maybe I was jealous or envied him. Or maybe, seeing someone I can relate to is all I need. Either way, seeing him down, even though he does his best to hide it, makes me feel so calm about myself.
He’s questioning God and his purpose in life the exact same way I’ve done for so long. He tells me that perhaps traditional marriage isn’t the right vocation for him, or that he and his wife would be better off living as missionaries, even though that is so far from what they want. He doesn’t want it. He wants kids, and a life of marriage and fatherhood like he’s always planned. Nothing can ever replace that desire, because it’s his desire. I know because no matter how many alternative windows God opens for me me, I still want what I want, and what I’ve always wanted.
He also tells me that none of the traditional ‘God has a purpose’ motivations work for him. This is how hurt he is; I asked him how he would feel if he knew that one day, he could save someones life because of his current suffering. His response was that it wouldn’t really make him feel that much better, because a life saved does not compensate for multiple lives he could’ve created himself having kids. I call this justifying your refusal of God’s will, again something I’m very familiar with.
So we both find ourselves questioning God’s will and purpose for our lives, feeling as if God does not agree with our desires. As I said, simply seeing him suffer really helps me. He and his wife are both starting to further understand what walking with God is truly about. It’s not a simple matter of ‘do good, pray, and you’ll live happily ever after on earth’. I can’t help but feel this is the way they always thought things were, because they’re so used to having everything fall so perfectly in place for them. Dare I say, walking with God and living happy can be two very different things. God will not always give us what we want, and we must learn to live with what He feels is our best path to salvation. Sure, an eternity of unspeakable glory awaits us, but being promised something intangible that we cannot even begin to understand is always tough. Walking with God is about trusting that Heaven will be worth the lifetime of suffering you’ve endured to reach it. This is never easy.
It doesn’t matter who’s suffering is worse, I personally think that everyone has their own way of interpreting the discrepency between what they want and what they get. At the end of the day, neither of us have what we want, and it looks likely that we will never have it, because God has spoken.
This is the first time I’ve ever really seen someone close to me suffer. Perhaps I was just frusrated at living so long in depression while all those around me strolled through happily, never paying attention or compassion towards me. Now I feel like I can relate to someone. Then it hit me; my best friend is my Simon of Cyrene - a helper who has been tasked with carrying some of the world’s grief with me, because I could no longer carry it all on my own. God has yet to answer my prayers, but at least He has heard my cry. While I walk the road of salvation, with all those around me turning a blind eye or mocking me even more, I have been lent a helping pair of shoulders. I can only imagine how Jesus felt, seeing one of his beloved brethren forced to suffer for his sake. Was he possibly conflicted in admitting that his walk to the top was made much easier due to someone else’s suffering, and that he found comfort and rest on Simon’s shoulders? Even after being given a helping hand, he couldn’t help but cry out to God, thinking he had been forsaken! I guess this shows how much suffering can hurt us.
So, can anyone here relate to any of this? Am I perhaps just a cynic or a saddist in my view on the world, or am I just not carrying my Cross as well as Jesus carried His?
My best friend (married) has found out that he cannot have kids. At first he took it quite well, but he admits that he’s had cycles of anger, regret, sadness, mild depression etc. He’s quite good at masking his pain and finding ways to get it off his mind. But he’s started to open up to me a lot more, engaging in philosophical discussions and pondering deep spiritual thoughts with me. I’ve never seen him like this. And I must say, it’s made me feel somewhat better about my own depression. Maybe it’s because he was always insensitive towards my suffering, or pretended that he always had all the answers and was untouchable. Maybe I was jealous or envied him. Or maybe, seeing someone I can relate to is all I need. Either way, seeing him down, even though he does his best to hide it, makes me feel so calm about myself.
He’s questioning God and his purpose in life the exact same way I’ve done for so long. He tells me that perhaps traditional marriage isn’t the right vocation for him, or that he and his wife would be better off living as missionaries, even though that is so far from what they want. He doesn’t want it. He wants kids, and a life of marriage and fatherhood like he’s always planned. Nothing can ever replace that desire, because it’s his desire. I know because no matter how many alternative windows God opens for me me, I still want what I want, and what I’ve always wanted.
He also tells me that none of the traditional ‘God has a purpose’ motivations work for him. This is how hurt he is; I asked him how he would feel if he knew that one day, he could save someones life because of his current suffering. His response was that it wouldn’t really make him feel that much better, because a life saved does not compensate for multiple lives he could’ve created himself having kids. I call this justifying your refusal of God’s will, again something I’m very familiar with.
So we both find ourselves questioning God’s will and purpose for our lives, feeling as if God does not agree with our desires. As I said, simply seeing him suffer really helps me. He and his wife are both starting to further understand what walking with God is truly about. It’s not a simple matter of ‘do good, pray, and you’ll live happily ever after on earth’. I can’t help but feel this is the way they always thought things were, because they’re so used to having everything fall so perfectly in place for them. Dare I say, walking with God and living happy can be two very different things. God will not always give us what we want, and we must learn to live with what He feels is our best path to salvation. Sure, an eternity of unspeakable glory awaits us, but being promised something intangible that we cannot even begin to understand is always tough. Walking with God is about trusting that Heaven will be worth the lifetime of suffering you’ve endured to reach it. This is never easy.
It doesn’t matter who’s suffering is worse, I personally think that everyone has their own way of interpreting the discrepency between what they want and what they get. At the end of the day, neither of us have what we want, and it looks likely that we will never have it, because God has spoken.
This is the first time I’ve ever really seen someone close to me suffer. Perhaps I was just frusrated at living so long in depression while all those around me strolled through happily, never paying attention or compassion towards me. Now I feel like I can relate to someone. Then it hit me; my best friend is my Simon of Cyrene - a helper who has been tasked with carrying some of the world’s grief with me, because I could no longer carry it all on my own. God has yet to answer my prayers, but at least He has heard my cry. While I walk the road of salvation, with all those around me turning a blind eye or mocking me even more, I have been lent a helping pair of shoulders. I can only imagine how Jesus felt, seeing one of his beloved brethren forced to suffer for his sake. Was he possibly conflicted in admitting that his walk to the top was made much easier due to someone else’s suffering, and that he found comfort and rest on Simon’s shoulders? Even after being given a helping hand, he couldn’t help but cry out to God, thinking he had been forsaken! I guess this shows how much suffering can hurt us.
So, can anyone here relate to any of this? Am I perhaps just a cynic or a saddist in my view on the world, or am I just not carrying my Cross as well as Jesus carried His?