There are some Christian concepts I understand. I can talk about a few topics, carry on decent conversation and see how to apply it to my life. It has come with time, and I pray I learn a bit more as the clock rolls on. But something has routinely been an issue for me, and it’s joy.
My faith isn’t necessarily blowing forth in the wind, but my joy does. The storms of life come rolling in and there I go, tumbling along, smashing into the ground. I carry scars. I have clear moments where I walk into trouble (always willingly!) and come out beaten and battered on the other side. In those moments of real challenge, I falter.
Consider what the Bible says about such episodes:
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds (James 1:2)
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. (Romans 12:12)
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. (Romans 5:3-5)
I’m not writing this for sympathy — I’m writing it because enough is enough. I allow things to fester within me, building and building until it boils over. I do so almost intentionally, continually imagining fake conversations and envisioning potential confrontations. Why? What in God’s name can that possibly achieve?
Well, nothing. But Satan grins as my sinfulness pulls me down. Enough is enough.
This isn’t meant to be a self-help post or an affirmation. Frankly, it’s just this:
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. (1 Cor 13:11)
I’m tired of being a child. It’s time to be a man.
Enough is enough.