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Fittingly, today's word is...FAVOURITE.
As a caregiver, there are times when you're going to be...well, not angry at God, but certainly resentful.
It feels like he's playing favourites, and you're not on the list.
Other couples in your generation your social circle, are planning for ream vacations, planning for retirement together, are enjoying the love of children and grandchildren and the satisfaction of a life well-lived.
And you're on your way to the doctor's office, for some more bad news.
You may want to scream, "What's going ON, God? What did we do to rate this?"
What did I do, to be in the prime of my life, and to have to be a spiritual anchor for the person I love...and I have to watch him die, bit by bit.
I have to watch the pain build, to be countered by medications that induce Zombiehood.
I have to see things that we could enjoy together...something as simple as a night out at the movies, a restaurant dinner, a walk around the block...fade into History.
The truth is that God does not play favourites, no matter what people like Joel Osteen say about "having God's favour" in getting good parking spots on the Saturday before Christmas at the mall.
It's not the favour of God that Creflo Dollar (a TV preacher) got his followers to pitch in to buy him a new private jet. The old one just didn't have that new-jet smell any more.
And it's not the disfavour of God that you are holding the head of the person you love most out of the toilet, as his body strains to rid itself of the meagre meal he could force down.
It's just life. God's Son was tortured to death, and the people you'd expect to be next-in-line as favourites - the Apostles - were cruelly murdered as well (with the exception of John, who was merely banished to an island).
People want to read feel-good theology into the Bible (or into whatever religion of philosophy they follow), something that rewards a 'good life' with good stuff.
But it's wishful thinking. If you're a Christian, you're promised...wait for it...your very own Cross.
And you're promised a Love that will see you through, if you will lean into it.
And you're promised a life beyond this one, in which all the tears are wiped away, and the sorrows erased.
God's not picking on you, nor has He 'picked' you for this very horrible trial.
He just loves you, and wants to help you bear the hurt, if you'll let Him.
Because you're His favourite.
How'd I do?
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