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 fulfil His promises and bring something good out of chronic illness.
This is 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:
” Firstly, standing up here today, I want to tell you I feel inadequate.
There are two reasons for this.
Firstly many of you have lived through difficulties I never will.
There are harder stories to tell than my own. I want to acknowledge that.
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 islifeand it’s beautiful?
If we are idealistic we hate pessimism (and vice versa)
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.