- Mar 11, 2003
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There's been something that has been plaguing me for awhile....(i had written this in one of my web journals....)
"something i learned today is that where there is potential for great pain....there is a potential for amazing good. Our outlook is an essential part to our happiness in life.....we can either look at things through gloomy eyes (which I admit I am often party to) or we can look at them as an opportunity to make something amazingly good out of it. Attitude means so much...and I can tell you that if you have a poor attitude....even about small things...you can be MISERABLE....totally miserable....and it's not fun!
You feel like you want to tear out your hurts and lay them ahead of you.....tear out of this shell of happiness or contentment...and just hang out all frustrations for all to see. Or maybe....maybe you feel like you want to take your frustrations and put them away in the closet, where you won't see them until you go back into that closet. You put away your hurt, but once you get hurt again....all that hurt from before comes back...only much stronger...like a bacteria....or a virus...that won't stop growing. Hand it over to God...and I'm not trying to be hypocritical...I'm reprimanding myself for this now...Hand it over to God and let him heal you of it. It's hard...I know because I have the hardest time doing that."
In response to this, once again, my friend wrote something that truly touched my heart....he wrote...
"I can't understand it. I honestly can't. Why did Jesus die on the cross? Oh, I know, I know. I have heard the official answers. "To gratify the old law." "To fulfill prophecy." And these answers are right. They are. But there is something more here. Something very compassionate. Something yearning. Something personal. What is it? Could it be that his heart was broken for all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry the same "Why?" Could it be that his heart was broken for the hurting?...I imagine him, bending close to those who hurt. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear...He who also was once alone understands."
THANK GOD!
"something i learned today is that where there is potential for great pain....there is a potential for amazing good. Our outlook is an essential part to our happiness in life.....we can either look at things through gloomy eyes (which I admit I am often party to) or we can look at them as an opportunity to make something amazingly good out of it. Attitude means so much...and I can tell you that if you have a poor attitude....even about small things...you can be MISERABLE....totally miserable....and it's not fun!
You feel like you want to tear out your hurts and lay them ahead of you.....tear out of this shell of happiness or contentment...and just hang out all frustrations for all to see. Or maybe....maybe you feel like you want to take your frustrations and put them away in the closet, where you won't see them until you go back into that closet. You put away your hurt, but once you get hurt again....all that hurt from before comes back...only much stronger...like a bacteria....or a virus...that won't stop growing. Hand it over to God...and I'm not trying to be hypocritical...I'm reprimanding myself for this now...Hand it over to God and let him heal you of it. It's hard...I know because I have the hardest time doing that."
In response to this, once again, my friend wrote something that truly touched my heart....he wrote...
"I can't understand it. I honestly can't. Why did Jesus die on the cross? Oh, I know, I know. I have heard the official answers. "To gratify the old law." "To fulfill prophecy." And these answers are right. They are. But there is something more here. Something very compassionate. Something yearning. Something personal. What is it? Could it be that his heart was broken for all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry the same "Why?" Could it be that his heart was broken for the hurting?...I imagine him, bending close to those who hurt. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear...He who also was once alone understands."

