What Are You Going To Believe?
There is an old story that circulates from time to time. The husband is caught cheating by the wife. She confronts him when he returns home. She tells him, “I saw you cheating”. He denies that it was him. He replies, “who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes.” Sometimes we question what is right in front of our eyes.
There is none so blind as those who have eyes to see and will not see. When we pray for clarity, it is usually because our eyesight metaphysically is cloudy. Or we dare not read the signs that are posted right before our eyes. When correction and change of route is placed before us and we fight what we see; we mentally shake our heads and say, that can’t be. What am I going to pay attention to? What I want to see or the truth?
The devil has a method of magic sleight of hand that, if we allow, sets up a set of mental mechanizations to attempt to lie our way out of the truth of the matter. It is the victim mentality. We refuse to focus on what we need to change within ourselves and turn the mirror onto our life circumstances as if we are in a prison without a key. The truth is we are the key.
Sometimes we are like Apostle Paul in that we say we have gone to God three times to remove the thorn from our side. And three times God said, “my grace is enough.” There are times in our lives when we want the cup of suffering to be removed from our lips. When what really must happen is to drink the cup dry. To go all the way down into the bottom of the dregs and accept the bitter lessons they contain. There is no other way.
This is not to say, bad things do not happen to good people. Yes, terrible things happen to good people. Unfair things that no innocent person should have to endure. Somehow, someway we survive what should have killed us. I am a living witness. There came a point in my life when I decided I wanted to be whole and not broken. I no longer wanted to hid in my past and my hurt. I no longer wanted my story to be based on what someone else said or thought about me. Yes, I had justification to live hurt and broken. I decided to change my mind and change my trajectory.
Part of character building and spiritual maturity is looking honestly at the woman or man in the mirror and recognizing the enemy is me. When we strip away the façade of victim and honestly focus on acceptance of our faults and submit to the dry long road of correction, then we turn the key of our prison doors and move on and out.