"Patient in Tribulation?": A Meditation
"My child, tell me about your troubles. Although you don't understand my ways, yet you trust me enough to tell me of your feelings. It is because you believe I love you that you question my ways. My Son expressed His agony in Gethsemane and asked that I might deal with Him differently. But it could not be so."
"But, Lord, the thing I dreaded most has happened. It is so bleak and black — a very taste of Hell itself — just one bitter blow after another."
"And do you think I don't suffer with you, my child? It was my Son Who wept at Lazarus' tomb. It was He Who said I noticed when even a sparrow died. My love and compassion is beyond your imagination. Do you really think I do not suffer in your suffering? I never ask you to endure anything which really is too much for you. But you do need the strength which I offer you.''
"But I feel spiritually dried up, Lord. Prayer is dead. How can I come back to you? I want to do so but each defeat has made it more difficult. How can I experience your strength?"
"You are not really willing to make prayer a priority in your life, my child. You have spent endless hours looking for some emotional turning point out of your failure. But all these experiences have been short-lived because, although I have given them to you in the past, yet I want you now to learn to go on steadily with me. Prayer not only glorifies me, it also is a prescription for your spiritual weakness. It will certainly heal you even if sometimes little seems to be happening. This is one of the lessons I would teach in this darkness, my child."
"And when I think! Life seemed so kind. It seemed that nothing could go drastically wrong."
"But, my child, did I ever promise this? Did I ever promise to keep you from trouble and sorrow? Did I not rather promise difficulties? Did I not call you to share in the sufferings of my Son? Have not my children down the ages walked this path of suffering before you?"
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