Times When God Hits Too Hard

I think God hits us in our lives every once in a while.
And I know, His hits can be very painful.
The pain they create helps us to flourish, though.

By holding against it, we become stronger.
By localizing it, we know what part of us still needs corrections.
By acknowledging it, we’re in our way of becoming mystic.

Jesus is one great example of a mostly successful story about pain.
He endured lots of it, and hardly lost His grip.
It makes you wonder what enabled Him to do so.
Was it faith, hope, or a unique way of seeing the world?

But anyway, this post is not about Jesus.
This post is not even about a success story.
Quite the contrary, this post is about those who failed badly.

Those like Dracula.

Yes, I’ve written about and even sketched him (they can all be found here), so I’ll go brief.

Dracula was a man of God whose wife got killed during his time in the Crusade.
He was so hurt that he left anything reminding him of God and his wife.
He became a fallen hero and went into the darkness.
God did nothing.
Centuries later, he was gravely wounded by other men of God.
Dracula, the man who had used to be a man of God himself, was slaughtered as a monster.
As tears come out from his badly wounded monster face, he cried,

“Where is my God? He has forsaken me. It is finished.”

Fortunately, this time God decided to do something.
He stretched His hand and gave him peace.
Dracula died with a peaceful smile, in his human face.

The second story is about the book of Exodus.
The book has been filmed nicely in an animated movie called ‘The Prince of Egypt’.
I just watched it again this morning.
It reminded me how I loved so many scenes from the movie.
One among them is the opening scene.
In the scene, we see how The Hebrews were enslaved by The Egyptians.
They were building pyramids and statues without rest while being whipped all the time.
In the midst of all the suffering, they sang the next moving song.

With the sting
of the whip
On my shoulder
With the salt of my sweat
On my brow

Elohim, God on high
Can You hear
Your people cry
Help us now
This dark hour

Deliver us
Hear our call
Deliver us
Lord of all
remember us
Here in this burning sand

Deliver us
There's a land
You promised us
Deliver us
to the Promised Land

As we know, God finally sent Moses to set them free and lead them to the Promised Land.

Dracula and The Hebrews are examples of failures.
Their stories are the stories about failures.
Unlike Jesus, they failed hard in dealing with pain.
But I couldn’t help myself from feeling for them.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care for wimps.
I don’t care for people who never try to stand and overcome any pain, people who immediately shout out to God in a glimpse of the first wave of trouble.
I don’t care even more for people who deliberately seek pain just to scream and romanticize themselves as victims.

I DO care, however, for people whose shouts were simply desperate outbursts from an honest tired human heart; people who have fought their best.

I STILL believe that every pain that comes into our life can be overcome.
But, I will not judge or consider people who still lose after giving their best as losers.

I know that my examples may not be 100% right. I mean, there ought to be wimps among The Hebrews, and the first example is not even a real person. But, I’m pretty sure there are a lot of people out there who are just like the examples. If I were God, I would stretch my hand immediately to help them. But I don’t see as well as Him, so I can only hope every pain they have will be over soon.

PS:
You probably don’t understand a bit of what I’m saying in this post. And if you do, you probably think that this post is stupid.

Well, I admit that I wrote this based on emotions.

It’s just in the past years I’ve never had any sense of care or sweet emotions.
I’ve become numb.
So to have myself crying over one stupid opening song from an animated movie is just something very special to me.