It’s advice I hear in hospital corridors and grocery stores. In this era of ‘political correctness’ there are a surprising number of opportunities to snigger at the antics of dementia patients, our children’s disobedience, or someone else’s misfortune. So where do we draw the line?
Today I’m guest posting over at Paradigm Shift, so head on over to continue reading this post. It addresses an issue which is particularly pertinent to us as Watchers!
A few weeks ago I did a talk for a Cancer Council morning tea on living when you can’t see God working and my own personal story about waiting for Him to fulfill His promises and bring something good out of chronic illness.
It’s not a neat, polished story, tied up with perfect conclusion, because real life isn’t like that. But it’s my story, and all I have to offer. Here is the transcript:
Perhaps we have always lived far away from our Loved One, and we want to know if we are actually a Watcher. Perhaps we used to co-reside with them, and due to circumstances or choice we have recently moved a distance away and are struggling. Or maybe we’d actually prefer to live elsewhere and wonder what that will look like in terms of Watching. Possibly the opportunity has arisen for us to move closer and we’re not sure whether this will be a wise move.
These questions are difficult and important.
How do we Watch when we live far away from our Loved One? Is it possible?
This is Part 1 of a two-part series focused on “Watching from a distance”.
If we are idealistic we hate pessimism (and vice versa)
It happens. We are feeling over the moon with joy – bubbly about life, hopeful about the future. Yet the person next to us is cynical. They sigh and shake their head and otherwise communicate that we are mad.
It irritates us. We want to shake them. Can’t they see the sun is shining? Can’t they see that however painful life is at the moment, it is life and it’s beautiful?
Or perhaps we are the one feeling down. All we can see are the troubles and trials that are crouching on the horizon, ready to billow into our lives. Our Loved One’s suffering is just too much, and there is no relief on hand. To our disbelief and possibly anger, the person beside us can’t seem to control their giggles. They (inadvertently) tease our sadness and spout enumerable things to be ‘thankful for’.
But it doesn’t help and internally we shake our fists. Can’t they go away and be happy elsewhere?
When someone’s emotional state is at odds with our own, we judge them. We grumble at their ‘shallowness’ or their ‘pessimism’.