Rousing From The Mire Of Self-Inflicted Mental Torment

We never “lacked” – by that I mean we have been having every single thing we need to survive a day. Because otherwise we should have been munched on by worms 6 feet under.

Except that we haven’t been having the appropriate response oftentimes – contentment.

If we just pause and be still and look around, we couldn’t actually count the things that we ought to be thankful for. Blessings won’t ever be outweighed by things we consider as lack which are often just wants at all. We wallow too much to desperation for things we don’t have that we overlook the rest of the things that, say, made us get through the day.

From the very first thing in the morning that we are roused from sleep, that we are able to get out of bed, to the mundane things that we fail to appreciate – that we have hair to comb and teeth to brush. All through out the day, there we are distressed with the things which are out of our control, frequently for things that we can actually live without. Until we come from a long day still distraught. We can still unawarely and painfully afford to allocate time to grieve and torment our minds during the time that we should be resting. We even neglect to be grateful for making it through the day, for being able to get home safe.

Perhaps it’s easy to utter thanks to God for the protection He’s been giving us, but its turning into a cliche upsets me the most. If we consider it closely, ever since the very moment we were born and started breathing conceived inside our mother’s womb, we were never abandoned by that protection, never even for a single second. That may not sink in right away to us. But if we thoughtfully consider a person who just avoided an accident and contemplate on the worth of that 1 second that he was kept away from the scythe of death, that’s how valuable every second that we’re under His protection is. We are too vulnerable and unguarded from anything that could take away our lives at any given instant and at any given point on this planet, not just externally but internally.

How sure are we that our hearts will beat for the next hour or so? It could halt its prosaic throb anytime, any moment from now. The length of time that we will continue to possess this transient life is too uncertain to tell that it’d be such an unwise, unjust and imprudent act to feed it to an ungrateful heart.

The Irony of Happiness in Curse and Pain in Blessing

[Disclaimer: This is strictly a Christian’s thought.  This is not, in any way, intended to provoke arguments with those outside the Christian community. Discretion is advised.]

You might be under a curse and you might not know it. On the other hand, you may be blessed and you’re not even aware of it.

One of the greatest misconceptions that I have observed and realized is our definition of the word “blessing”.

Way back in college, I had a Japanese sponsor who, from time to time, met me for a dinner and a casual talk. Bearing in mind that it was not an accident that I met this person, God must have had a purpose as to why we crossed paths. I was not really equipped back then but I tried to evangelize and stimulate him to try to rethink things in a different perspective. He was an atheist and he caught me off-guard when he asked me that if there is a God, why do most Filipinos live in dire lack of basic necessities, considering that Philippines is a “Christian” country? And they, in Japan, are living abundantly without even believing to a deity. I was not ready to answer that question. Until I reformulated my definition of “blessing”.

Material abundance or whatever we construe as blessing is not and will never be classified as true blessing if it isn’t used for God. Anything that leads you away from God or the will of God – material or financial abundance, relationships, career path, anything that you prioritize above God – is a curse. Whatever we have must align first with God’s will and must therefore give Him honor before being qualified as blessings.

Jim Carrey once said, “I hope everybody could get rich and famous and will have everything they ever dreamed of, so they will know that it’s not the answer.” Apparently, a lot of people have striven hard opening a lot of bank accounts, reaching the peak of fame thinking that it would give them the happiness and security they are craving for, only ending up still dissatisfied and unhappy. At the end of the day, they still feel the need to fill a gap somewhere within.

I came to think what’s really with the most expensive foods served in the most expensive settings when you don’t have the people to share it with?

How about a substantial amount of earnings while not having the time for your family? I remember a kid who looks for his yaya when he has problems, and I remember the pain of the mother because her own son doesn’t seek comfort from her.

How about living in a humble abode and having a complete happy family? Growing your own food in the farm and getting to eat fresh organic harvest? Or sometimes experiencing both the “lack” and “how God fills the lack”?

What’s with having a complete body and you use your your hands for stealing, your feet for bullying, your eyes for lust? Nick Vujicic has no limbs but inspires millions worldwide. My cousin is born blind, and she never gets the chance to engage an eyesight to cruelty or pornography.

How could you consider a love a blessing if you are cursed of hiding from people close to your heart who supposedly are sharing with you the happiness you feel just because you’re in an illicit relationship? Or the guilt that’s haunting you? Or your children forsaking you because you left their mother?

How could you consider a relationship a blessing if it hinders you from serving God?

How about instead of saying “This sickness is a curse”, you say “I am blessed because a lot of people care and their love overwhelms me”? How about because of our sickness, we experience provisions and healing?

What about experiencing a deeper form of joy than receiving a gift when it is you who give and make others happy?

What about near-accidents which would make you value life? A heartache which would make you turn to God? A loss which would make you value what’s left? A weakness which would make you kneel and a trial which would make you trust the Lord?

Scarlet Cuts

Leaked, each crimson drip more precious than ruby stones
Withered, baked and hardened like wilted rose

Each plunge tapped the ground like knocking sound
Scorched by the sun’s wrath, tarnished soon

From scarlet cuts came cherry drops
Smeared, some descend lived not long enough

Amidst the gentle gust
Came the stench of rust

Every drip took His breath
Every stream gave us life

Because the Father willed
Because we all have sinned