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Today's word is send.
I'm past the moto sayings, and past the feel-good theology. Three of the last four nights have been, frankly, terrifying, and are ample proof that terminal illness sucks.
Where's God? Some would say that He's sent this as a test, or as a crucible that will increase my faith. If so, He's off His gourd, no disrespect intended.
This - unremitting and uncontrollable pain, projectile vomiting, and, I hate this, incontinence doesn't do a measure of good in any regard.
If God thinks this will bring me closer, He's like a horse trainer who's using a pellet gun as a teaching tool. I know something about horses. That ain't the way it's done.
I had a life, once.
And actually, in spite of everything, I still do, because I don;'t believe that God resorts to torture to get His point across.
This is a world in which free will is absolutely necessary; to become citizens of Heaven we need to choose it. And it follows that such a world also has to allow horrible things to happen to adequate people.
So God's here, bracing me against the wind. It's me who has to stand. It's me who has to puke. But God's lacing my boots tighter, and yelling GET UP when I fall.
I have to do the shooting, but God's passing me the mags.
And yes, I have a life. It's a life lived in opposition to fear and despair. It's a life that will be on the side of good, even when there no good left.
Send it. I'm here, and I won't back down.
God may be kinda pissed when He reads that. But I'll take the chance; getting whacked by lightning might numb the pain in my gut and back.
Worth a shot, eh?
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