“I want to know Jesus, and I want to break my addictions, but Christianity sounds kind of boring. I don’t know if I want to give up everything that makes me happy, and I’m not sure I can make myself read the Bible all the time. I don’t know if I can do this.”
That was my thought process when I heard the altar call:
I don’t know if I can do this.
And, as it turns out, I couldn’t.
But Jesus said:
Just come to Me.
You know who might not be the best candidate for spreading the Good News? Someone who is perpetually expecting bad news. I’ve been there. I prefer to call myself a realist, but the truth is that I am often cynical, expecting the worst from people and situations. I let my past hurts and disappointments color the way I see the things around me.
Most recently, as I prepared for the end of my maternity leave, I found myself stressing out over all of the unknowns and coming to the worst possible conclusions: We aren’t going to be able to find a good daycare. He’s not going to take his bottle. There’s no way we are going to pay off all of these medical bills.
A few days ago, while I was in the middle of one of my pessimistic breakdowns, God revealed something to me:
Pessimism is viewing the world through our own scars instead of His scars. Continue reading “The Pessimistic Christian”
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