Sometimes, particularly after a bad experience, I wonder how God’s heart must break from all the evil that we do to each other. The harm, hate and abuse we pour into each other. It’s bad enough what this does to us, I can only imagine God’s pain from seeing it.
There was a particular horror that Jesus experienced. God brutally murdered. Judged and executed in full public display.
Jesus’ father forsook him, his friends either denied or betrayed him, his community rejected him. He experienced all of the pain and misery, harm, hate and abuse that we’ve suffered. This means he understands and can relate to us.
We seem to be wired this way from an early age. Even if we got the gift we wanted for our birthday, it wasn’t too long until we wanted the next thing.
Then we grow up, and we think we’re beyond this. Yet, every gift we receives seems to have a built-in time limit, an expiration date past which we receive increasingly diminished amounts of joy.
The gifts of good relationships and friendships hold up better, but how often do we expect more from our relationships? No matter how much is given, it’s never quite enough. Continue reading “From an Infinite Well”