This may not be your truth. And that’s okay. But for those of you who read and believe, this may be the single most powerful revelation I’ve had during this uphill battle with my eating disorder: God is bigger than my problems. He does indeed bring hope to the hopeless and peace to the despairing. He really is there, listening and working on and for us.
How do I know?
Last night was Good Friday. If you’ve never been to a Good Friday service, it’s very moving. The church is simply lit. Bare. Solemn. Very little music, if any at all. The Passion is read. The prayers are cantered. And the priest hauls in a huge cross on his shoulder. You remove your shoes and pray at its base. The adoration.
All the while, you realize/remember that Jesus died for you. He gave his life so that I could live. He didn’t complain about it or whine that he had to go. He loves us so much that he just walked up there, said “I AM” and accepted his faith.
But you know what else? God didn’t make him hang there for days and suffer. On Palm Sunday, in Marks Passion, it is written:
…Joseph of Arimathea,a distinguished member of the council, who was himself awaiting the kingdom of God, came and courageously went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
Pilate was amazed that he was already dead.
It was uncommon for someone to die so quickly. They were just hanging there on a cross. Not shot or generally badly wounded. Just hung there to be picked apart by animals and die a painful death.
So what? God won’t make us suffer either. If we turn to him with our troubles, if we give them
to him to take care of, he will take care of us.
Don’t give up hope. Please.